This is a song about "Dry"

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

The chap stick has run dry,

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

With feelings that we're dry

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try