This is a song about "Mystery"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

All my shit is real and that's no mystery

Look it something they can't ever see

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,

Sometimes my name's a mystery from me like a song

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I am known for my mystery

Or would it remain as it is, it's just a mystery that i will never know

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Fifteen and i'm a mystery/

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

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

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