This is a song about "Put a spell on you"

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

You tricked it, the blast, you got out with a spell cast

I got you on watch i put you on notice

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Give you a reason to put me on you're kill list.

You tricked it, the blast, you got out with a spell cast

But the plan is to show you that i understand

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Put a eighth on lay away

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Put on a clinic for these critics

Don't ever phone, i'll put you on hold like i fucking strapped a gram,

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan