This is a song about "Dc young fly"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm at the uw library from 3 to 3, find me in dc,

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Hear the rambling in the sky

Why? cuz am so fly, so fly. i swear.

You got a baby boy or girl in there

I must go like fly route,

Pockets probably like fried food

In every bird i see fly

She gotta hold her head up high

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Step back and watch me fly

You other brothers can’t deny