This is a song about "Dry"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

With feelings that we're dry

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

We don't believe you, you need more people

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

She gotta hold her head up high

The chap stick has run dry,

I write rhymes, dry and wise

I used to have a nine to five

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

Night i need that she comin here right away

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day