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

Now music is my passion... stopping me is beyond too late,

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

My ego is too high, i refuse to be a borrower

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

If you try to give it to me at the door

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

Yo girl is callin my name, i'll entertain her too.

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Talking about the god you serve

Too good for alligators

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

When life is too good to carry on

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue