This is a song about "Spells"

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

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

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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

Through my words i cast these spells

Cause i can't seem to see myself

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Got a piece around my neck that spells out the name

Conjuring mad man spells

I made it myself

Tool bearer, look deep and see angered spells enraged,

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself