This is a song about "Wet floors"

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

She was wet inside and out here

To get pleasure he gets wet from pornography,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Drown you alive in wet cement

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Stoppin' the force and with rappers he's moppin' the floors,

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself