This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Now you can be the shit or the irrelevant fly

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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.

Young money, d-town's all star

You get close but no cigar

You other brothers can’t deny

Who's that looking so fly?

This power, superwoman, in da sky, im feelin fly

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die