This is a song about "Magic the gathering"

And has the magic beans

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I killed my manager with an iron

Sid's got the magic, watch him burn

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

All green nigga pick six

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

The kundalini serpent is the source of my magic.

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Watch as i find the bottom of the magic hat, the boldest unknown,