This is a song about "Cashew the sheep"

There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

The loquacious freak with audacious speech, must be counting sheep

Or count sheep while you sleep

If he does my soul to keep

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

So the sheep would cry out oh protect us please

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I was the sheep and them the wolves.

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

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