This is a song about "Dry elbows"

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Ima dry em out then i'mma make it rain.

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

In the glass runs dry- but i have hope and i have dreams-

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

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

The chap stick has run dry,

Never had a chance to try

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Like a mouth with dry sockets