This is a song about "Magic cows"

Your fatal attraction's to fables and magic

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

You know i be teasing, though

I'm magic, better than dynamo.

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Imma make this rap go high by magic

Or who did, cause i did

I cant even use some magic

Make you lose reputation with my skilful black magic

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Wish i had the esp, or use a little black magic

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

We laze on the grass like cows and calfs (calves),

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance