This is a song about "Fleece johnson"

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

Like being garbage some type of disease

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

But where i'm from

My god isnt dwayne johnson

We can make more, make babies

Finer breeds, everything is fleece,

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims