This is a song about "Mop head"

Wanna make a wish, how about a mop?

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

And think alone in my head

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I didnt say shit to you but here ill mop

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Bitch i am in your head.

Lemonhead end up dead

Like sally mae on college debt

Get twisted in ya head

Fuck that job been around that block

Cleaning em up with a mop./

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Hearing voices in my head