This is a song about "Dry"

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

But he don't rule a thing

Dry land , but its my fucking

Dreamin on a lullaby

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

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

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day