This is a song about "Mop head"

Living if she is or not

Cleaning em up with a mop./

When i'm on it, on it like my job

I didnt say shit to you but here ill mop

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Black clouds circle my weary head

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

And think alone in my head

My god come before this bread

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

The rhythm gets into your head.

And think alone in my head

You could say i'm friends with fred

Im cleaning up these haters like my jobs to hold a mop

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not