This is a song about "Dry"

The chap stick has run dry,

You other brothers can’t deny

Like a mouth with dry sockets

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

I know my calling's worth like phone card

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

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

Until that shit would dry up, memories would dangle rough,