This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

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

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

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Who's that looking so fly?

She gotta hold her head up high