This is a song about "Wet beaver creek"

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

Im trying to see her in bed

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

To get pleasure he gets wet from pornography,

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

There ain't no saliva but i wet the tropics

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Ya freak, purely weak, choke artist ya can't speak, floating down shits creek

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Im more of a bad ass than that liitle bitch on leave it to beaver

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her