This is a song about "Dry snap"

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Dry land , but its my fucking

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

The chap stick has run dry,

No more will we cry

So now she picks up the gun

Haha snap, you like that one?

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

When you spill out hits

Like a mouth with dry sockets

That's the window into the sky

With feelings that we're dry

I write rhymes, dry and wise

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