This is a song about "Dry"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

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

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

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

The chap stick has run dry,

And in fact i can’t deny

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Need some weed, awful dry

She gotta hold her head up high

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

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea