This is a song about "Dc young fly"

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

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

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

Step back and watch me fly

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Always fly dont matter the occasion

Wonder if they take it all back

Fly bitch gang we did that

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

When i'm low, she take me high

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly