This is a song about "Dry"

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

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

Keep your heads up high

Never dry kids, say bye

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Like a mouth with dry sockets

And now your best friend's having kids

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

Dry land , but its my fucking

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing