This is a song about "Dry"

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

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

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Want the title but im always fighting under card

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Sit back and watch your sunrise

The chap stick has run dry,

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

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

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,