This is a song about "Wet washing"

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

I know these haters watching

Sniffing his dirty washing!

Got her wet like kobe, swish

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Believe me i'mma be your god

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Hit birdman wit a wet rag then step back,

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

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