This is a song about "Dry"

Dry land , but its my fucking

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Inferior, but i'm nice

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

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

But now invisible cells around your brain

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand