This is a song about "Wet willys"

Why do people say im professional when i cry wet spells

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

There ain't no saliva but i wet the tropics

Hoes catchin semen they get mixed feelings like wet cement,

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

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