This is a song about "Mystery girl"

Until then my death is a rushing mystery

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

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

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

And what's funny i am my own mystery

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Fifteen and i'm a mystery/

Won't ya swallow that girl

And he, what's his name, earl

And what's funny i am my own mystery

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

It's a mystery why everyone is so sick of me

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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