This is a song about "The magicians nephew"

I bring the heat like the

Thug for life nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Always knew where the pot was

Where the fuck the chorus

The bigger the the fun

I wonder so often

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

As the king upon the throne

We just want you back at home

With women with issues

Saw the bombs on the news