This is a song about "Dry wall"

With feelings that we're dry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

What's with the knife on the wall?

Wolf gang, kill em' all

The chap stick has run dry,

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

Busting off, tryna touch the sky