This is a song about "Dry"

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

Dry land , but its my fucking

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

Every day was a saturday, shit

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

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

With feelings that we're dry

Thuggin' till the day i die

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say