This is a song about "Magic the gathering"

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

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

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

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

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

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

But the magic part at the magic grill you gon be starvin in like 2 hour

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

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Yea you bout to taste the magic

Sid's got the magic, watch him burn

Guess i see it's my turn