This is a song about "Magic the gathering"

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

And has the magic beans

Tryna kill my dreams

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Yea you bout to taste the magic

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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

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

No it's not satanic, it's magic

Wit my kin that i came in wit

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin