This is a song about "Dry"

Need some weed, awful dry

Hear the rambling in the sky

And now the present got you struggling

Dry land , but its my fucking

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Never dry kids, say bye

You other brothers can’t deny

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day