This is a song about "Dry"

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

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Dry land , but its my fucking

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Like a mouth with dry sockets

So y'all niggas can fly

Never dry kids, say bye

I be ballin, they wonder why

The chap stick has run dry,