This is a song about "You dry"

She gotta hold her head up high

Never dry kids, say bye

With feelings that we're dry

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Hoping that he's listening

Dry land , but its my fucking

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

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

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Need some weed, awful dry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die