This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Now you can be the shit or the irrelevant fly

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.

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

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

Never had a chance to try

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

'bout to get my other car

Young money, d-town's all star

So let the bullets fly......

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high