This is a song about "White magic"

I'mma treat you like my whip

Yea you bout to taste the magic

The kundalini serpent is the source of my magic.

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

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

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Got a sign on my dick

So you wanna play with magic

You ain't gon find that

This magic, i can cast it

So you wanna play with magic

Because there ain't no coming back from that