This is a song about "Mystery"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I am known for my mystery

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And what's funny i am my own mystery

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

All my shit is real and that's no mystery

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

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

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

Mystery man breakout, no way to bailout.

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

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

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,