This is a song about "Dry"

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

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

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

No more will we cry

Need some weed, awful dry

Rollin' down the four o five

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Dry land , but its my fucking

Niggas dying like its nothing

Never dry kids, say bye

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Doing cocaine, pretty dry on a church day