This is a song about "Mop head"

We mop the floors with the whackest cliques

I be giving work to the kids

Her bush looked like a mop/

I’m the king of rock

If your man want to bet

She don’t give her nigga head

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Shots leak, i sweep you up and mop the floor like a janitor.

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

Bitch i am in your head.

Finding more light to shed

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Katana slice the heads of traitors tell him dont forget to mop

I respect that you don't know yet

Black clouds circle my weary head