This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

Who's that looking so fly?

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

Young money, d-town's all star

You're in a seminar

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

Summertime in the city