This is a song about "Magic the gathering"

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

She's cute but her forehead's big

No it's not satanic, it's magic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

The kundalini serpent is the source of my magic.

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

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