This is a song about "Magic sock"

Her world with my limp beatin cock,wrapped in a sock,

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

I can show you magic

You, you, you have to pay for that

Or let the mob handle that

So you wanna play with magic

He say, she say, oh my god

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

Fuck up opportunities watch them disappear like magic

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

So you wanna play with magic?

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

I'm magic, better than dynamo.

Your last man was semi pro

Even a little hocus pocus magic

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that