This is a song about "Wet grandma"

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Drown you alive in wet cement

Wet em necks and jaw rest in shock wrecking ball toddler_

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

You already know you're dead

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Hoes catchin semen they get mixed feelings like wet cement,

My flow'll strike like thunder and rain, that's why it stays wet

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck