This is a song about "Magic the gatherind"

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

He might have the same whip

Yea you bout to taste the magic

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

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

I like to use the word like magic.

I know the world been waiting for that

Sid's got the magic, watch him burn

To whom it may concern

Everything ain't what it seems

And has the magic beans