This is a song about "Something that rhymes with magic"

Make you lose reputation with my skilful black magic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

With wonder rhymes that leave their minds served like

For now everything just seem so right

Hit me with those lame ass rhymes that are off topic

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Usin magic trickery that increases my victory,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

I ain't that smooth ass nigga with them rhymes that flow like silk.

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

The ones that just wanted something

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Well that aint gonna stop me, they made magic with eminem

They can make you that with you there's something wrong/

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb