This is a song about "Dry"

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

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

And reflect on the rap game, i came

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Never dry kids, say bye

Dreamin on a lullaby

They bringing me fish and chips

Like a mouth with dry sockets

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

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day