This is a song about "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

O.k loony tunes, plotting to kill me tupac if i died sure my death be a mystery

Let me make it and i'll never steal again, or deal againmy only friend is my misery

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

It's a mystery why you think you'd be anything less than history.

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

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

Fifteen and i'm a mystery/

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery