This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

I wonder why, i sit and cry

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Young money, d-town's all star

'bout to get my other car

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Always fly dont matter the occasion

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

Keep your heads up high

Fly bitch gang we did that

She was wet off the bat