This is a song about "Magic shit cocks"

You're the king of cocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

This the revenge of the flicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

That magic, that vanish

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Yall wanna keep yalls guns hot, yall can suck on some cold cocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

That has lots of experience about cocks

Yea you bout to taste the magic

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Rock supporter, got his cocks in order, they too chicken to talk

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

I cant even use some magic