This is a song about "Mystical styles"

Gettin' mystical, bewitch this bitch,

Trip, and then you never snitch

Police got the swine flu and these niggas is reptiles

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Sit back and unwind to this mystical rhythm

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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