This is a song about "Dry"

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Hear the rambling in the sky

With feelings that we're dry

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

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

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

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