This is a song about "Pussy wet"

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

So anything do is everything to you

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

That's why i never claimed i was the best

She say you got a pussy!

Lord knows you've been busy

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

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

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

I only roll with the real

She was wet inside and out here