This is a song about "Magic at the mall"

Influenced by the album illmatic, nas killed it and i could fell the magic.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

No magic, these leaders, it's tragic no need to breathe, the heater

When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Call that magic, and while these lames at it, wishing that they had it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

I'm johnny manziel, now watch the magic happen

Hard to move on when you always regret one

At the mall like try my dick

Turn up that music

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

To get a pair, natives killed him right in front the mall