This is a song about "Wet kids"

Sewer hell, skewered well... flow wet, screw a well

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

This is the part where we run hip hop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

There ain't no saliva but i wet the tropics

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks