This is a song about "Dry"

When that thing gon fly

Need some weed, awful dry

I got something you've been waiting for

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Dry land , but its my fucking

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

Ima dry em out then i'mma make it rain.

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry