This is a song about "Canada dry"

I was playing with guns

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

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

With feelings that we're dry

That new c-l fly

I got these dry fish telling lies, sinner,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

That's the window into the sky

I write rhymes, dry and wise

What we gotta do to survive

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs