Despite the perfect-drop Moody Blues sample courtesy of Bambeeno, Hodgy Beats never mentions his diary here. I got this killa up inside of me/ I can't talk to my mother… no, this is none of that. "Mystery" lyrically is unrelenting bullet-sprays, bitches on my dick, acid titties and 59fifty swag. Here's guessing Hodgy doesn't keep a dream journal. That rap moment is gone for now: real feelings go in the ask box.
Download: Hodgy Beats, "Mystery"
