This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

That got your mother high

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Dump that bitch in the sly

Step back and watch me fly

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

She prayed on me passing that bar

Young money, d-town's all star

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.

It's no longer a new jack city

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

In every bird i see fly