This is a song about "My strands"

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I ain’t never been a dreamer

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

See my pain through my eyes,

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex