This is a song about "Dry"

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

But please don't cry, dry your eyes, that's misdirected,

I made a promise to the mirror

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Hope all over again, we can start

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Dry land , but its my fucking

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

It can rain somewhere else, but tonight we stayin' dry

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly