This is a song about "Mystical places"

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Places that were occupied before become vacant

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Officially lifted off to oasis, places

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Competition's non-existant, plot just thickens mystical,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Sit back and unwind to this mystical rhythm

Now im organized/ i feel changes in the strangest places

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

My heart races thinking of fading faces in these desolate places.

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic