This is a song about "Mystery box"

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

So i can rip out your voice box,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The of this girl will remain a fucking mystery

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Is just history, no longer a mystery,

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

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

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

And what's funny i am my own mystery

God mc oh my god you gotta see