This is a song about "Dry"

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

The chap stick has run dry,

Dry land , but its my fucking

Acting like you real or something

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

Cause i got the burner in the hand

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

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

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Never dry kids, say bye

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Like a mouth with dry sockets