This is a song about "Dry"

By a demon, cause i wanna see a bitch infested

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

I’ll have no lies, rap’s so dry, i can’t stress it enough,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

But the 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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

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

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high