This is a song about "Mysterious romance"

Back then i had no feelings, i hated love,*bitches* and romance.

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

Ive got a mysterious mind its undefined

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

But my mind is confiding and mysterious

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Sid's got that mysterious juice up up in his under hip

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

We're two different types of romance,