This is a song about "Josh strain"

Season opener, finna be there

We deal with his shit, that's josh he just don't care,

This life has just become a strain,

I'm going off the top of the brain

Spit equators equate to strain ya neck head bobbing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I strain to remain being in reign, no need to feign as i drain my champagne

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

All the strain, i lost it and didn't obey our rules, was acting gay

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Nothing remains, no matter what insane strain, grain it

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Can't complain, smoked some weird shit and i found a new strain.

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Stops bein hyper, josh its time to act cool...