This is a song about "Dry climate"

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

It can rain somewhere else, but tonight we stayin' dry

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Like a mouth with dry sockets

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

With feelings that we're dry

You other brothers can’t deny

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly