This is a song about "Fleece johnsom"

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

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

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

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

Got tired of running from the police

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

I'm everything that they call nice

Finer breeds, everything is fleece,