This is a song about "Dc young fly"

I mean the game been dry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Always fly dont matter the occasion

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

This power, superwoman, in da sky, im feelin fly

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

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