This is a song about "Wet doorknobs"

Hoes catchin semen they get mixed feelings like wet cement,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Just all caught with no vent in the wet cement we pave

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

There ain't no saliva but i wet the tropics

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

Wet em necks and jaw rest in shock wrecking ball toddler_

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for