This is a song about "Wet floors"

Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

When you see her scrubbing my floors she looks like a slave to me.

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

I'm opening the doors! steppin up all the floors, sweating like hell, but

She was wet inside and out here

Ghost in the hook so real

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Drown you alive in wet cement

Life has put her to the test