This is a song about "Dc young fly"

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

And i know that your supply

Now you can be the shit or the irrelevant fly

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Keep in mind we were so young

I'm caged up in state prison

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch