This is a song about "Magic of television"

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Chance of rapping on acid, but actually magic

No it's not satanic, it's magic

I never crack i got that chap stick

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

So drop the slam and lets get sick

So you wanna play with magic

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

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

I can show you magic

So drop the slam and let's get sick