This is a song about "Must"

Where must i go, who must i know

What's the deal with the nets though

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Then you must be duct taped

The baddest in town

What goes up must come down

You must mix that with dank

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Of breaking through this shit, i must

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

You must have some delerious brethren,

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

Your vision must be blurry

Love is a mystery