This is a song about "Occult"

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Who knew words could influence the masses

I ain’t tripping, nigga's say that i’m pessimistic

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

Seeing more success with my concepts it was a mystical miracle

I'm despicable, invisible to your visible visual,

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

I cant even use some magic

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Black magic crack addicts, better wear a flak jacket,

I do it for my hip hop, constituents

When killins my influence

I be engineering or either concealing

And her body is steaming, how i need it revealing

So what is my influence?

My raps are a bit continuous.