This is a song about "Fire flies"

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Well we start the fire

J. cole's her ghost writer

Bang bang pucker pucker killing people like flies gotta survive; soul suicide

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

While you chinese be eating flies

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

But then it caught on fire

Huh, i can't interpret her