This is a song about "Mystery guy"

All my shit is real and that's no mystery

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

He act like a fog cause he got that mystery flow

While i'm making history

I am known for my mystery

Turned into the good guy

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

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

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

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,

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Even passing out that eminem guy