This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Three j's took me this high

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Pockets probably like fried food

I must go like fly route,

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

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

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

In every bird i see fly

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Young money, d-town's all star

Who's that looking so fly?

Dreamin on a lullaby

May just gon' bring hobo back

Fly bitch gang we did that