This is a song about "Dry"

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

With feelings that we're dry

When that thing gon fly

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Dry land , but its my fucking

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Until that shit would dry up, memories would dangle rough,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

We don't believe you, you need more people

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal