This is a song about "Magic of television"

So you wanna play with magic

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Verse one: i remember when you could turn on the television

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

I'mma treat you like my whip

No it's not satanic, it's magic

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Chance of rapping on acid, but actually magic

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Yea you bout to taste the magic

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Man we pullin' out like jack rabbits out of magic hats,