This is a song about "Dry"

The chap stick has run dry,

I'll meet you in the sky

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

You other brothers can’t deny

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Im that seed in your life, im that water for your thirst when your dry

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art