This is a song about "Wet washing"

She was wet inside and out here

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

But i let off everything i have

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

Got it so wet, it's becoming so soggy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free