This is a song about "Dry"

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

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

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Need some weed, awful dry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

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

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Until that shit would dry up, memories would dangle rough,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry