This is a song about "Tricks"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I'm a pagan and a patient and they're sick of my tricks

It's about dismissin' a system that tricks you all to crawl

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

They can withstand the tricks, that thug's pull is simply blasphemous...

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

To me you are a dog so i'll teach you some new tricks

These ain't tricks up my sleeve,

Hate it when i leave

The jiggas and the tips

And also know some dj'ing tricks.

I'll kill mc's with a magician's list of tricks up my sleeve.

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

But i got more tricks up my sleeves then fucking ben ten

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again