This is a song about "Wet washing"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop