This is a song about "Mischief"

Frigging regular mischief, yep this shit's gonna last

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

For all the mischief you did but kid

Wahlberg +shooter+, young flow fluid

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Fuck im so auspicious, tynna make mischief, come up on the mic