This is a song about "Dry"

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

Why you call me back? don't lie

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Dry land , but its my fucking

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Hope all over again, we can start

Revelations say you either fry or fly

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

With feelings that we're dry

When i'm low, she take me high

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

Tears that our fore fathers cry

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.