This is a song about "Dry"

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Celebrate the very day that i get past

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Dry land , but its my fucking

Bun b, i’m underground king

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day