This is a song about "Wind magic"

Yea you bout to taste the magic

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Oppose/ enemies with long lost forbidden magic

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

So you wanna play with magic?

But they say we ain't big

Here they keep a rachet close

Where only the wind fucken blows

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

This magic, i can cast it

On that red-eyed kush flight

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Imma make this rap go high by magic

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

My niggas is winning though

Toss it just let the wind blow