This is a song about "Dry"

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

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

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

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Dry land , but its my fucking

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

That's the window into the sky