This is a song about "Good wet pussy"

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Drown you alive in wet cement

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Said she had nice pussy

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes