This is a song about "Dry"

These haters hope i hurry up and die

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

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

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

Dry land , but its my fucking

But he don't rule a thing

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

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

With feelings that we're dry

So y'all niggas can fly

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss