This is a song about "Dry"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

All you niggas die

Never dry kids, say bye

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

But my plan is to show you that i understand

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Dry land , but its my fucking

We no longer close or nothing

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse