This is a song about "Mystical styles"

High styles crumbling leaves

So if you wanna leave

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

I'm mystical with shit to turn your sister to a whore