This is a song about "Dc young fly"

We was high school peers, in junior high

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Keep in mind we were so young

See, i'm second to no one

In every bird i see fly

When i'm low, she take me high

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

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