This is a song about "Wet beaver creek"

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Look it something they can't ever see

In piss creek with rumble from your city

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

Shawty walks up, i say "damn" like a beaver,

Got her wet like kobe, swish

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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