This is a song about "Wet hair"

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

But i still got that flow in my hair,

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

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

My flow'll strike like thunder and rain, that's why it stays wet

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Believing the screens or anything there

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Your pullin on my hair

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

No, no, we are not those

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there