This is a song about "Dry"

The chap stick has run dry,

She gotta hold her head up high

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I’ll have no lies, rap’s so dry, i can’t stress it enough,

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

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

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

Never dry kids, say bye

You other brothers can’t deny

Need some weed, awful dry

And now we high

With feelings that we're dry

Dump that bitch in the sly