This is a song about "Dry"

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Like a mouth with dry sockets

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Im that seed in your life, im that water for your thirst when your dry

Dry land , but its my fucking

Straight g thing, double m g thing

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die