This is a song about "Mystery"

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

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

And what's funny i am my own mystery

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

He act like a fog cause he got that mystery flow

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Until then my death is a rushing mystery

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

All my shit is real and that's no mystery

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out

Mystery man breakout, no way to bailout.

Is just history, no longer a mystery,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free