This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

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

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

That's the window into the sky

Step back and watch me fly

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

Young money, d-town's all star

Don't go to far

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly