This is a song about "Dry"

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

With feelings that we're dry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

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

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Dry land , but its my fucking

Dump that bitch in the sly

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry