This is a song about "Dry"

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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

And the v12, that's on various trips

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

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