This is a song about "Magic the gatherind"

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I'm johnny manziel, now watch the magic happen

But im not sure because half the time its magic to me

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Little girl magic, truth be told, a star in the fold

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

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

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Or let the mob handle that

I can show you magic