This is a song about "Mystery"

No mystery, you will be part of an insidious history

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And what's funny i am my own mystery

It was a mystery beat, then i heard it playin', "c.r.e.a.m.",

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

On they twitter writing novels, see

Fifteen and i'm a mystery/

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Is just history, no longer a mystery,

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

He's part mystery and the other half's a lyrical juggernaut

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I am known for my mystery