This is a song about "Drought"

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

These words spout you have a creativity drought

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

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

They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out

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

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

You sound thirstier than a mothafuckin drought.

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

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Spiritually i always knew i was stuck in this drought

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

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

Drinkin all night damn i think i caused a drought,

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Cause i fuck all her brains out