This is a song about "Sheep skin"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

With hairy and primitive skin

Ten more depending on where wale going

You fall asleep a sleep so deep you're just counting sheep

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

I say what my mind speak

Or count sheep while you sleep

Now recurring pastures of sheep

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Cause she cheap, you soft like sheep

From the back seat, back seat