This is a song about "Magic the gatherind"

I like to use the word like magic.

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

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.

So you wanna play with magic?

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Sid's got the magic, watch him burn

Guess i see it's my turn

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

Hard to move on when you always regret one