This is a song about "Dry"

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Like a mouth with dry sockets

All you niggas die

The chap stick has run dry,

With feelings that we're dry

And i know that your supply

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service