This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Handed him her money, – sniffed -, and now she was fly

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

So let the bullets fly......

Drop 3 down and let it fly, oh let it fly, fly high

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money