This is a song about "Mystery machine"

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Until then my death is a rushing mystery

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

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

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

The of this girl will remain a fucking mystery

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green