This is a song about "Dry elbows"

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Im the wasps elbows and the bees knees

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

I just shake dice

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

The chap stick has run dry,

Dry land , but its my fucking

I'm on the run, keep running

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Spray the fifth, gator kicks