This is a song about "White magic"

Make you lose reputation with my skilful black magic

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

Oppose/ enemies with long lost forbidden magic

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Yea you bout to taste the magic

I regret some shit i did

No it's not satanic, it's magic

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Your fatal attraction's to fables and magic

That shoebox shit, over with

That magic, that vanish

Ran outside to see the big show

I'm magic, better than dynamo.