This is a song about "Dc young fly"

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Now you can be the shit or the irrelevant fly

You get close but no cigar

Young money, d-town's all star

I must go like fly route,

And all you cute

Always fly dont matter the occasion

Come get some, you little bum

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

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

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

I wonder why, i sit and cry