This is a song about "Wet wet"

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

Wet em necks and jaw rest in shock wrecking ball toddler_

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Having a wet dream jasons machete freds blades dark

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot