This is a song about "Witch and the wardrobe"

And just like the wicked witch your fainting

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

This is something different

Grab the scissors and saws and

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Then you're a witch could it get worse when i dissed toby in "it's on"

But the cogs are turning, and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And the rest stay to fumble and crumble

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material