This is a song about "Mischief"

For all the mischief you did but kid

After party crib full of broads all naked

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

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Frigging regular mischief, yep this shit's gonna last

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

You see i gotta go to war

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

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick