This is a song about "Dry"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Like a mouth with dry sockets

With feelings that we're dry

I'm the other guy

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

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Then some lady named billie holiday

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

I like big butts and i cannot lie