This is a song about "Wet hair"

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,

You got a baby boy or girl in there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Yeah i like that long hair,

I said hey, you right there