This is a song about "Dry climate"

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

I’ll have no lies, rap’s so dry, i can’t stress it enough,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

The chap stick has run dry,

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Never know when i'm in your room and hell comes in my heart with a different climate

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick