This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Coz if you'll try,you'll feel like fly

You know i want a piece of that pie

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Drop 3 down and let it fly, oh let it fly, fly high

My father never seen me, the nigga probably stevie

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

Who's that looking so fly?

When pac get high

Quick flipping up sexy back

Fly bitch gang we did that