This is a song about "Dry"

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

It can rain somewhere else, but tonight we stayin' dry

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Tears that our fore fathers cry

The chap stick has run dry,

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Dry land , but its my fucking