This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

In every bird i see fly

And i know that your supply

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.

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Fly bitch gang we did that

It was all bad

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

When i'm low, she take me high

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich