This is a song about "Drought"

You sound thirstier than a mothafuckin drought.

There must be another route, way out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Or know what its about

These words spout you have a creativity drought

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Moco 1 2 4 when i go out

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

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

I go, in when i start putting words out

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Drinkin all night damn i think i caused a drought,

We on another level, i'm bout to pull that porsche out

Spiritually i always knew i was stuck in this drought