This is a song about "You dry"

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

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

I used to have a nine to five

I write rhymes, dry and wise

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

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Just to go to liv on a sunday

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

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.