This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Always fly dont matter the occasion

Carolina where i made it from

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I must go like fly route,

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

So let the bullets fly......

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Now you can be the shit or the irrelevant fly

Who's that looking so fly?

And i know that your supply

I like big butts and i cannot lie

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

She prayed on me passing that bar

Young money, d-town's all star