This is a song about "Dry"

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

It can rain somewhere else, but tonight we stayin' dry

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Like a mouth with dry sockets

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Dry land , but its my fucking

With feelings that we're dry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why