This is a song about "Wet floors"

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

This is the kings buffet, i'm serving all you whores stick to ya day job mopping floors

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Get so wet for the kid that they legs turn rusty

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

But this real, fuck how you feel

She was wet inside and out here

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head