This is a song about "Magic nigga"

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Ain't shit magic or witch craft

No it's not satanic, it's magic

Because there ain't no coming back from that

And has the magic beans

Malcolm x, by any means

Your fatal attraction's to fables and magic

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

That magic, that vanish

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this