This is a song about "Dc young fly"

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

And i know that your supply

I must go like fly route,

Pockets probably like fried food

I'll meet you in the sky

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

White with a badge or anyone

Keep in mind we were so young