This is a song about "Wet hair"

You got a baby boy or girl in there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

And now i walk around without a care

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Got it so wet, it's becoming so soggy

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Your pullin on my hair

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Drown you alive in wet cement

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

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

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere