This is a song about "Dry"

And in fact i can’t deny

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

I need a backyard full court size

I write rhymes, dry and wise

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

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

The chap stick has run dry,

That's the window into the sky

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

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

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus