This is a song about "Dc young fly"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Fly bitch gang we did that

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

You know i want a piece of that pie

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Now you can be the shit or the irrelevant fly

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

I shine like something in the sky

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

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

With the goons i spar

Young money, d-town's all star