This is a song about "Fleece johnsom"

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

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Finer breeds, everything is fleece,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice