This is a song about "Wet farts"

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Got it so wet, it's becoming so soggy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Lifes a bitch, that why i always keep its pussy wet.

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Hoes catchin semen they get mixed feelings like wet cement,