This is a song about "Magic the gatherind"

Yea you bout to taste the magic

I'mma treat you like my whip

I like to use the word like magic.

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

No it's not satanic, it's magic

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air