This is a song about "Getting into mischief"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Just getting em free, getting this feeling nobody listens to me,

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

I'm hannibal lector getting a lecture don't come into my sector,

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

What is society turning into?

So anything do is everything to you

I'm tryna lead a normal life but i'm getting into strife.

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

I go hard like getting santo into cooperstown

Its not about getting connections,

So here i am at the store for some chips