This is a song about "Dry"

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Dry land , but its my fucking

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Your man wale in his own damn lane

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

Never dry kids, say bye

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

The chap stick has run dry,

I be ballin, they wonder why