This is a song about "Dry"

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Momma say, you making me lose pay

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

No more will we cry

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

Your man wale in his own damn lane

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,

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

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

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

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Dry land , but its my fucking

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing