This is a song about "You dry typing"

I write rhymes, dry and wise

And when i start to rise

Niggas dying like its nothing

Dry land , but its my fucking

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Need some weed, awful dry

And in fact i can’t deny

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

When typing i, find a writers life is, finalized

Girl feels me while you're typing on your rap

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

They bringing me fish and chips

Like a mouth with dry sockets