This is a song about "Magic the gatherind"

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

I'm johnny manziel, now watch the magic happen

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

I can show you magic

Teach you how to rope a chick

Yea you bout to taste the magic

Pass that, catch back, fast that