This is a song about "Mystery skulls"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

All my shit is real and that's no mystery

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

The of this girl will remain a fucking mystery

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,

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

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

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

Like shits never been so clear my future is no longer a mystery

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Imma mystery man who sheds light with my lines of a god,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot