This is a song about "Magic the gatherind"

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

Teach you how to rope a chick

I can show you magic

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

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

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper