This is a song about "Dry elbows"

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Never dry kids, say bye

No more will we cry

Im the wasps elbows and the bees knees

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

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