This is a song about "Wet beaver creek"

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

Ever since then i had no job

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Dive in originality? it's best you wet your clone feet,

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

I'm sayin you're pussy, cos you're the one with a beaver