This is a song about "Dry"

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

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

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

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

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

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

From the time that you stole my heart

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie