This is a song about "Mind is a mystery"

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Sometimes my name's a mystery from me like a song

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Is just history, no longer a mystery,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Like shits never been so clear my future is no longer a mystery

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

Before i turn you into a victim of my murder mystery.

My mind fires words like a mac 10 how is this feasible

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Until then my death is a rushing mystery

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

He's part mystery and the other half's a lyrical juggernaut