This is a song about "Dry"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Tears that our fore fathers cry

With feelings that we're dry

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

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

Even if you not a stripper

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

When that thing gon fly

The chap stick has run dry,

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Need some weed, awful dry

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

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