This is a song about "Pussy wet"

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

And all women who had light features, see

There ain't no saliva but i wet the tropics

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Cause ignorance is bliss

Got her wet like kobe, swish

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty