This is a song about "Dc young fly"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

And i know that you're open

Keep in mind we were so young

Now you can be the shit or the irrelevant fly

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

It's like marvel vs d.c

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

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

And all you cute

I must go like fly route,