This is a song about "Dry"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Like a mouth with dry sockets

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

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

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Dry land , but its my fucking

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

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

Take advice keep it clean don't complain