This is a song about "Dry"

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Never dry kids, say bye

You other brothers can’t deny

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

For the most part those blocks get bogart

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Cdg shit match my kicks

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

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