This is a song about "Shitty magic tricks"

I like to use the word like magic.

All you wanna do is get that stick

I dropped another classic

I cant even use some magic

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

No it's not satanic, it's magic

You soundin a little shitty fool,

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Or do i zing u four door thunder solace tricks

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I'mma sign that work and release that

Yea you bout to taste the magic

Do have my own little tricks

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

I'm sharper than shark teeth

These ain't tricks up my sleeve,