This is a song about "Dry"

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Then some lady named billie holiday

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

I’ll have no lies, rap’s so dry, i can’t stress it enough,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Need some weed, awful dry