This is a song about "Bangin sheep"

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Read it in the deed girls follow me like sheep

I can always go home and look down my street

Make you look like a old ass sheep

Cause they right down the street

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

Will i win or will lose, depression gang-bangin till i bruise

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

We can't catch the beat

Or count sheep while you sleep

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

I was the sheep and them the wolves.

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours