This is a song about "Black sheep"

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

I can always go home and look down my street

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

You sleepin countin sheep while im recording to a great beat,

I'm the black sheep of the world i got ma feet on ma skull

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

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

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I was the sheep and them the wolves.

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

We been led astray like cattle mixed with the sheep

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

You fall asleep a sleep so deep you're just counting sheep

So the sheep would cry out oh protect us please

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories