This is a song about "Mop head"

We popping bottles, it don't stop

I didnt say shit to you but here ill mop

The rhythm gets into your head.

I respect that you don't know yet

I’m the king of rock

Her bush looked like a mop/

Bitch i am in your head.

Give us this day, our daily bread

Another victim dissin the towel head/

This is like love, that you can never get

And think alone in my head

Lemonhead end up dead

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

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

Well man i do the yacht

Cleaning em up with a mop./