This is a song about "Dry"

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Without the sound of guns

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I write rhymes, dry and wise

With feelings that we're dry

And now we high

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

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

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

She gotta hold her head up high

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.