This is a song about "Mystery guy"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

And what's funny i am my own mystery

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

No mystery, you will be part of an insidious history

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Fifteen and i'm a mystery/

Must be something you want me to see

Plant a seed, kiss this guy

I'll meet you in the sky

I am known for my mystery

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Dont fuck with the new guy

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

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