This is a song about "Dry"

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

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Without the sound of guns

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

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

Im that seed in your life, im that water for your thirst when your dry

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

The chap stick has run dry,

Don't ask me why

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past