This is a song about "Jillian the goat"

I have taken raps goat title

As i light one for ill will

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You pay your favorite stripper car note

You would have more chance trying to breed with a goat,

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Sacrificing your body like a goat, cuz your nothin,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

The fresh goat more like a fresh joke

Lambo, roscoe, no street code