This is a song about "Dry"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

With feelings that we're dry

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Im that seed in your life, im that water for your thirst when your dry

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

But please don't cry, dry your eyes, that's misdirected,

I'll meet you in the sky

Never dry kids, say bye

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie