This is a song about "Wool"

Certain flock not just a loner who hung with random people who like jocks

Instead of a life of crime now im the motherfucking boss

Just like with your hair when your using grease

But in the meantime it's lights please

We're not forgotten, while you say a fake truth soft as cotton,

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten