This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Top ranked, number one my son

Keep in mind we were so young

Young money, d-town's all star

Baby, you know who you are

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

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.

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

In every bird i see fly

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Always fly dont matter the occasion

If you wanted a date, don't come