This is a song about "Sheep whores"

Make you look like a old ass sheep

For the low that nine cheap

Read it in the deed girls follow me like sheep

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

Metronome, chilling with better whores

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Or count sheep while you sleep

Mmg and that's my clique

Im in the hunt for whores

Shots, they back and forth

Expect change when whores sniff caine in dorms

And three hours in the showers with the corpse