This is a song about "Dry"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

It can rain somewhere else, but tonight we stayin' dry

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

We hustle to survive

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Blew money like six crips

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Dry land , but its my fucking

Why not me the same thing