This is a song about "Spells"

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Got a piece around my neck that spells out the name

I made it myself

Conjuring mad man spells

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

And i know who started it , they were under their own spells,

Tool bearer, look deep and see angered spells enraged,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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.

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet