This is a song about "Magic the gatherind"

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

No it's not satanic, it's magic

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

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

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

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

I'm johnny manziel, now watch the magic happen

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Yea you bout to taste the magic

I know what you do with that

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one