This is a song about "Dry"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

That got your mother high

Need some weed, awful dry

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

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

And in fact i can’t deny

With feelings that we're dry