This is a song about "Dry"

Ima dry em out then i'mma make it rain.

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

The chap stick has run dry,

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

Cdg shit match my kicks

Like a mouth with dry sockets

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

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

It can rain somewhere else, but tonight we stayin' dry

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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