This is a song about "Mystical things"

Chattering bring back other things

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

Cause real niggas do real things

When you spill out hits

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

A cynical state of mind, untypical words with sophistical meaning, mystical turn/

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

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

My rhymes are mystical, sometimes even scriptural

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

I show many gimmicks yeah, but im a mystical rhymer, call me a big timer,