This is a song about "Magic mirror"

Mirror mirror, tell me how it is

Uppity bitches, handling business

Chance of rapping on acid, but actually magic

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

So you wanna play with magic

He might have the same whip

And has the magic beans

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Your fatal attraction's to fables and magic

Not fearful of a mirror/

My records sell, yes sir

So drop the slam and let's get sick

I can show you magic