This is a song about "Wet back"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

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

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

I don't want you to have my permit yet

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Lifes a bitch, that why i always keep its pussy wet.

This is like love, that you can never get