This is a song about "Sheep skin"

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

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

I used to have thick skin,

Energized and still going

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

The loquacious freak with audacious speech, must be counting sheep

Now recurring pastures of sheep

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Black skin dark skin...fuck segregation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Read it in the deed girls follow me like sheep

I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis