This is a song about "Dry"

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Celebrate the very day that i get past

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

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

But please don't cry, dry your eyes, that's misdirected,

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I write rhymes, dry and wise

The chap stick has run dry,

I be ballin, they wonder why

Dry land , but its my fucking

Go pop some pills or something