This is a song about "Dc young fly"

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

That's the window into the sky

In every bird i see fly

When i'm low, she take me high

Who's that looking so fly?

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Woke up in dc, and who do i see

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Handed him her money, – sniffed -, and now she was fly

Dreamin on a lullaby

So let the bullets fly......

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly