This is a song about "Mop head"

The rhythm gets into your head.

That's boa, see that's my set

Black clouds circle my weary head

I respect that you don't know yet

Kick back and know yo son set

Bitch i am in your head.

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Cutting me this worthless check

Loving you is clouding my head

We are going to the top and you cant stop we got hops so here is a mop so clean your act up

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Why cant they change then mop it

They bringing me fish and chips

We mop the floors with the whackest cliques