This is a song about "Wet back"

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

There ain't no saliva but i wet the tropics

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

She was wet inside and out here

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

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

And daddy's in the cadillac