This is a song about "Dry"

And now the present got you struggling

Dry land , but its my fucking

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

I'll meet you in the sky

With feelings that we're dry

I write rhymes, dry and wise

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

I wonder why, i sit and cry