This is a song about "Flies"

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

And flies out the building door, now there's cops outside,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

I smoke until dusk, ash flies like dust,

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

While you chinese be eating flies

Thats why my flow flies straight,

Give me dome, then let me skate

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

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side