This is a song about "Dry elbows"

And now we high

Need some weed, awful dry

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

I write rhymes, dry and wise

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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