This is a song about "Wet hair"

Drown you alive in wet cement

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I'm sick enough to steal your cat, tear out all his hair

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Got her wet like kobe, swish

Cause bitch, i'm big business

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair