This is a song about "Mystery"

They all need attention, they call me a g though

He act like a fog cause he got that mystery flow

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

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

I chop em down, lumberjack, imma unsolved mystery,

I just want somebody i can see

Until then my death is a rushing mystery

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

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

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

And what's funny i am my own mystery

So ya can guess what happened next, that was no mystery

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow