This is a song about "Wet threes"

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Just all caught with no vent in the wet cement we pave

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Test me fool i leave you #threes with #ease im hot three hundred degrees

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Took me a while just to write those