This is a song about "Mystery"

It's a mystery why you think you'd be anything less than history.

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I am known for my mystery

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The of this girl will remain a fucking mystery

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

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

They listened to this lies that the history book told them, riddled mystery,

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

So ya can guess what happened next, that was no mystery

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

No mystery, you will be part of an insidious history

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

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