This is a song about "Magic the gatherind"

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Controlling crowds in the masses like i got a magic wand in my hand

Ass shots in her seven jeans

And has the magic beans

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Wish i had the esp, or use a little black magic

Lease on the whip

I can show you magic

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Tommyp the devilish bastard, spinnin spells like i was a fuckin magic caster.

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Full of meaningful magic so let me tell you what the word is

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with