This is a song about "Wet floors"

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

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Drown you alive in wet cement

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

No medal here, i'm well aware

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

So take the stage just show me what you got