This is a song about "Magical beautiful unicorns"

Every beautiful women at my waist

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Make millions go missin now thats magical

It's apparent you're transparent, you're fake, unicorns are realer than you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

With beautiful music, just like him.

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Got to the end of the tunnel

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical