This is a song about "Magic of television"

Yea you bout to taste the magic

Killing these niggas off quick

Watch as i find the bottom of the magic hat, the boldest unknown,

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

We can rearrange, be more selective, instead of television,

No it's not satanic, it's magic

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

Fuck up opportunities watch them disappear like magic

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

You mistreated how magic is supposed to be used instead of savings

You could just be sitting at home watching television

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics