This is a song about "Drought"

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

Spiritually i always knew i was stuck in this drought

These words spout you have a creativity drought

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

And i be countin' money till i pass out

They are going to ran out like their mouth just drought.

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

High on loud when i be ridin' out

You sound thirstier than a mothafuckin drought.

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

His rep's about to forbear a drought, he's in doubt,

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out