This is a song about "Magic cows"

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Cows in the slaughterhouse

To slaughter cows like a barbarian just for a taste again.

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

I cant even use some magic

Saying they this and that

Oppose/ enemies with long lost forbidden magic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

To half of clowns and fucking cows

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

It's a beautiful bliss

That magic, that vanish

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

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats