This is a song about "Fleece johnsom"

Smoke the trees like forest fires, they provide a golden fleece,

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

But in the meantime it's lights please

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was black as coal,

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was bathed in blood,

Finer breeds, everything is fleece,

And all my childhood memories