This is a song about "Mischief"

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Frigging regular mischief, yep this shit's gonna last

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

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

For all the mischief you did but kid

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

Not relying on the light no more