This is a song about "Magic of television"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The television deceiving, altering the message you receiving

So you wanna play with magic

Double m-g not to mention we got that

I never crack i got that chap stick

Even a little hocus pocus magic

Keep the bitches on my dick

I can show you magic

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

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

See me on the television set, warrants everywhere

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

The kundalini serpent is the source of my magic.