This is a song about "Dry"

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Ima dry em out then i'mma make it rain.

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

Until that shit would dry up, memories would dangle rough,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal