This is a song about "Dry"

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

The chap stick has run dry,

I be ballin, they wonder why

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

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

With feelings that we're dry

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Dry land , but its my fucking

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry