This is a song about "You dry"

When that thing gon fly

With feelings that we're dry

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

I want to feel her in every way

Tears that our fore fathers cry

The chap stick has run dry,

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

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

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

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

Without the sound of guns

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart