This is a song about "Dc young fly"

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

Young money, d-town's all star

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I must go like fly route,

And all you cute

Keep in mind we were so young

I can only imagine

Never had a chance to try

So let the bullets fly......

Step back and watch me fly

All you niggas die

Hear the rambling in the sky

Who's that looking so fly?

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high