This is a song about "Dry"

And in fact i can’t deny

The chap stick has run dry,

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

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

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Hope all over again, we can start

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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