This is a song about "Dry"

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

I'll meet you in the sky

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Rollin' down the four o five

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Hear the rambling in the sky

Never dry kids, say bye