This is a song about "Fleece johnson"

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

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

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

My god isnt dwayne johnson

Yeah bitch this date's done

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

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

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

Right flows down and they might go nice

Finer breeds, everything is fleece,

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise