This is a song about "Dry"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Right flows down and they might go nice

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

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

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Never dry kids, say bye

That's the window into the sky