This is a song about "Magic trip"

He might have the same whip

I cant even use some magic

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Your fatal attraction's to fables and magic

Another love song about shit

This magic, i can cast it

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

So you wanna play with magic

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Fuck up opportunities watch them disappear like magic

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Yea you bout to taste the magic