This is a song about "Mischief"

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

Not relying on the light no more

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

For all the mischief you did but kid

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

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

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

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Frigging regular mischief, yep this shit's gonna last

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand