This is a song about "Dry"

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Want the title but im always fighting under card

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

But please don't cry, dry your eyes, that's misdirected,

Need some weed, awful dry

Hear the rambling in the sky

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

With feelings that we're dry

Never dry kids, say bye

Dump that bitch in the sly

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

She gotta hold her head up high

The chap stick has run dry,