This is a song about "Dry"

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

And now we high

The chap stick has run dry,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Im that seed in your life, im that water for your thirst when your dry

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

You is not hip then i can not coach her