This is a song about "Dry"

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

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

I write rhymes, dry and wise

I used to have a nine to five

She gotta hold her head up high

Need some weed, awful dry

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

When pac get high

Never dry kids, say bye