This is a song about "Magic the gather"

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Putting the pieces together, from what i can gather/

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

No magic, these leaders, it's tragic no need to breathe, the heater

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I open my mouth and all the people gather

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

You will never have the ability or stability to be a decent rapper,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Yea you bout to taste the magic