This is a song about "Dry"

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

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

I’ll have no lies, rap’s so dry, i can’t stress it enough,

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

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

Until that shit would dry up, memories would dangle rough,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus