This is a song about "Wet dreams"

Can barely walk the city streets

Can you decipher my dreams

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

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

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

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

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

He's just living in his dreams

There ain't no saliva but i wet the tropics

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets