This is a song about "Magic the gather"

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Influenced by the album illmatic, nas killed it and i could fell the magic.

Putting the pieces together, from what i can gather/

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

To many familar faces an regular occouring dangers when im filled with anger,

Rather capture the actor, oops i meant the pastor, fucking bastard n' after gather this chatter.

Yea you bout to taste the magic

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

All the people gather into a crowd and sing a song

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

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

So sleep peacefully, while i work my magic the scene is graphic

Watch as i find the bottom of the magic hat, the boldest unknown,

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

I gather the remains no waste and savour all the blood,

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and