This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Your music in the car

Young money, d-town's all star

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Fly bitch gang we did that

And i got that bait, they all bad

Tears that our fore fathers cry

So let the bullets fly......

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

And in fact i can’t deny

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free