This is a song about "Bucket head"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Another victim dissin the towel head/

I'm writing this off my head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Basically blood leaked from her head

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Got my first job getting treated like a slave, with a hard hat hard boots bucket and a spade,

I can smell it when i go outside

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

Kick back and know yo son set

The ear worms in my head,

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get