This is a song about "Wet girls"

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

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

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Dive in originality? it's best you wet your clone feet,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

So take the stage just show me what you got

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot