This is a song about "Dry"

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

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

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

Never dry kids, say bye

Dump that bitch in the sly

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal