This is a song about "Dry elbows"

I write rhymes, dry and wise

What we gotta do to survive

That's why i keep those dry emcees here, just in case it rains/

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

About disaster in the world and

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

Cause we been off them slave ships

Like a mouth with dry sockets

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

I burned you so hard your mouth is dry.

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

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Im the wasps elbows and the bees knees

And i know - there'll never be peace