This is a song about "Dry"

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Like a mouth with dry sockets

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Need some weed, awful dry

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

When i'm low, she take me high

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

With feelings that we're dry

So y'all niggas can fly