This is a song about "Fleece johnson"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

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

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

I don't trust no one

My god isnt dwayne johnson

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton

Finer breeds, everything is fleece,

So if you wanna leave

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

That'll do anything that i please

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,