This is a song about "Fleece johnson"

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

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

But where i'm from

My god isnt dwayne johnson

But in the meantime it's lights please

Finer breeds, everything is fleece,

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

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,