This is a song about "Mystical styles"

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Sit back and unwind to this mystical rhythm

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

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

So if you wanna leave

High styles crumbling leaves

I'm simply too physical, mystical, sophistical, statistical, unpolitical, and lyrical

So step back a little i tried to be civil now im coming at cha faster then a missile

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

Hes mystical, irresistible, how typical

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

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