This is a song about "Mysteries and finding that good girl"

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

In a fashion and manner that only he the good lord can.

Won't ya swallow that girl

And he, what's his name, earl

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,

That girl has been hurt too much, and i'm stopping it.

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

As i'm watching the snow fall