This is a song about "You dry"

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Need some weed, awful dry

Never had a chance to try

In the lambo looking like a fly

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

Tell them niggas we coming

Dry land , but its my fucking

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Then some lady named billie holiday

Cause this album pack enough evil

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

I write rhymes, dry and wise

I used to have a nine to five

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

I'd rather have me no job than no heart