This is a song about "Dry"

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

With feelings that we're dry

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

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