This is a song about "Dry"

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

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

When that thing gon fly

Need some weed, awful dry

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

Then some lady named billie holiday

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art