This is a song about "Wet back"

Drown you alive in wet cement

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

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

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Just all caught with no vent in the wet cement we pave

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe