This is a song about "Mystical styles"

Gettin' mystical, bewitch this bitch,

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

A mystical technician with cynical ambition

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

I'm dissin every bitch who's talkin shit when their styles suck

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Hes mystical, irresistible, how typical

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Your words are #pregnant, my styles #inconceivable, #premature death