This is a song about "Dry"

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

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

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

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

From the time that you stole my heart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

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

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

What we gotta do to survive

I write rhymes, dry and wise