This is a song about "Bucket head"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

My god come before this bread

I'm writing this off my head

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

Im trying to see her in bed

The ear worms in my head,

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

How you feel in your head

Like a church in debt

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied