This is a song about "Dc young fly"

I'll meet you in the sky

Who's that looking so fly?

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

So let the bullets fly......

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

You other brothers can’t deny

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

Summertime in the city

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Step back and watch me fly

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly