This is a song about "Spells"

So the solution was hell, diluted in spells of confusin' myself

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

I'm a wizard with these words so you're placed under spells

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Like a voodoo practising spells where they end up taking ya head

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Conjuring mad man spells

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Tool bearer, look deep and see angered spells enraged,

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Through my words i cast these spells

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Tommyp the devilish bastard, spinnin spells like i was a fuckin magic caster.