This is a song about "Dry"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

And when i start to rise

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

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

Now everybody put your hands up high

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die