This is a song about "Dry weaves"

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Tell them niggas we coming

Dry land , but its my fucking

Like a mouth with dry sockets

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings