This is a song about "Mystical styles"

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

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

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

A lyrical shapeshifter can use different styles

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

My styles different a schizophrenic kiddish who twitches,

Gettin' mystical, bewitch this bitch,

I broke mama heart with no college