This is a song about "Tec and wet"

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Nervous wrecks, i'm 'bout to burst the tec, missile testing,

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

There ain't no saliva but i wet the tropics

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,