This is a song about "Dry"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

With feelings that we're dry

When that thing gon fly

Just so happens mine they prefer

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Need some weed, awful dry

Hear the rambling in the sky

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Dry land , but its my fucking

Get it girl, keep that motor running

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

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

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

Rather live alone forever than live a lie