This is a song about "Midnight magician"

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

So you can envision magician ammunition

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

I used to make girls disappear you’d think i was a magician

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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Talented like a clairvoyant magician with a mic its in your best interest

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Than the midnight, this kid's tight, i'll shackle you wack rappers,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Tryna make me vanish like they was a magician

Like a magician, critics i turn to crickets

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics