This is a song about "Wet washing"

She was wet inside and out here

Quietly becoming a top tier

Drown you alive in wet cement

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Got it so wet, it's becoming so soggy