This is a song about "Dc young fly"

This power, superwoman, in da sky, im feelin fly

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Young money, d-town's all star

You get close but no cigar

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Always fly dont matter the occasion

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Fly bitch gang we did that

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm at the uw library from 3 to 3, find me in dc,

Never had a chance to try

In every bird i see fly