This is a song about "Dc young fly"

She gotta hold her head up high

In every bird i see fly

Keep in mind we were so young

Me and my microphone could be one

Why you call me back? don't lie

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Always fly dont matter the occasion

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

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

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

We was high school peers, in junior high