This is a song about "Sheep skin"

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Now you feel beetles crawlin under your skin

Dreamed about how i used to be countin sheep

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

I'm the parasitic evil gettin' under your skin

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

You sleepin countin sheep while im recording to a great beat,

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Or count sheep while you sleep

This is the concrete

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I was the sheep and them the wolves.

Riding around without a fuck given

With hairy and primitive skin