This is a song about "Sheep society"

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

The loquacious freak with audacious speech, must be counting sheep

Cause she cheap, you soft like sheep

Me and my peeps often meet

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Because you're apart of society,

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

We been led astray like cattle mixed with the sheep

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

So we blame this mother fucking society

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry