This is a song about "Magic shows"

Took me a while just to write those

Ain't no women at the shows

Even a little hocus pocus magic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

The chart's flow has grabbed those rap nodes, and once that shows

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

No it's not satanic, it's magic

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

So you wanna play with magic?

Instantaneously his shows are lusted

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

I can show you magic

Baby am i slick