This is a song about "Wet wet"

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

Never will i ever utter never to myself

There ain't no saliva but i wet the tropics

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Just all caught with no vent in the wet cement we pave

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash