This is a song about "Mrsir dewey"

Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion

You're a synonym for shit on a stick sprinkled with some cinnamon

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

To get pleasure he gets wet from pornography,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Dive in originality? it's best you wet your clone feet,

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

She don’t give her nigga head

There ain't no saliva but i wet the tropics

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy