This is a song about "My magic is too good"

My music is so good its almost therapeutic

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Cause my flow is too frosty like it's made of refrigerants

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

What am i gettin too wordy for ye, is my shit too dirty for you,

My head is too rushed, if i get famous i'll be fucked

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

No good. never try too hard though, running my game cross the street to the bar

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

To havin' good homes, never is my stomach growlin',

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Don't think my rebirth is good that it's worse then before,