This is a song about "Magic city"

I can show you magic

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Chance of rapping on acid, but actually magic

That magic, that vanish

That shoebox shit, over with

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Now you speaking my language

I grew up in nola city,

Hopin' that my niggas see

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I like to use the word like magic.

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I would say fuck my city

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

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