This is a song about "Dry climate"

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Don't know i'm the highest enjoyin' the climate

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Sky high, iced out paradise

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

Hear the rambling in the sky

The chap stick has run dry,

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

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly