This is a song about "Mystery machine"

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

And what's funny i am my own mystery

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Is just history, no longer a mystery,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

The of this girl will remain a fucking mystery