This is a song about "Magic carpet"

No it's not satanic, it's magic

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

I like to use the word like magic.

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

I hope we both do learn from this

That magic, that vanish

The third one is mixed, white and black

You're a carpet, i'll lay you flat!

So here i am at the store for some chips

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Imma make this rap go high by magic

If his bitch insist on getting sick