This is a song about "Mystery box"

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Is just history, no longer a mystery,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

They say i talk like im god body

It's a mystery how you came to be

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,

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

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Watching for hollow-tip shots