This is a song about "Fleece johnsom"

I'm why baby mommas leave

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Finer breeds, everything is fleece,

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

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze