This is a song about "Dry"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Not to mention wale is on the way

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

The chap stick has run dry,

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

But more importantly taught me to pray