This is a song about "Wet dreams"

Carol city or was it the west

Drown you alive in wet cement

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

To get pleasure he gets wet from pornography,

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Can you decipher my dreams

As much as i wanna leave

Malcolm x, by any means

Thinkin of the the dreams

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

Everything i wanted never seem so close

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes