This is a song about "Mystery box"

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Until then my death is a rushing mystery

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

So i can rip out your voice box,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?