This is a song about "Wet washing"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

All the while you're washing up on the shores of my clarity

We popping bottles, it don't stop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

My god come before this bread

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Dive in originality? it's best you wet your clone feet,