This is a song about "Fleece johnson"

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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

So here i am at the store for some chips

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Finer breeds, everything is fleece,

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Cause there'll never be peace