This is a song about "You dry"

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

With feelings that we're dry

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Wipe my eyes until they're dry, then you cuddle me while we get high

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

The chap stick has run dry,

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high