This is a song about "Wet"

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Everybody put three fingers in the air

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Hoes catchin semen they get mixed feelings like wet cement,

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

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

Got her wet like kobe, swish

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money