This is a song about "Dry"

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Like a mouth with dry sockets

And now your best friend's having kids

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

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

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Need some weed, awful dry

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly