This is a song about "Wet beaver creek"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Got it so wet, it's becoming so soggy

To get pleasure he gets wet from pornography,

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Never ever pay rent

Drown you alive in wet cement

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

My flow'll strike like thunder and rain, that's why it stays wet

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

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

I move the club like a poker dealer

I can always go home and look down my street

Once i was done, i dragged her body to the creek.

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

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe