This is a song about "Mystical styles"

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

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

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

My rhymes are mystical, sometimes even scriptural

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

These styles that you never see you better be ready

And if i must say right now, i think my styles on the brink.

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit