This is a song about "Bing no"

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

But i just scroll through them, like results on bing/

We at the top where we belong

Sing song,ping pong,king kong,bing bong dong dong,

Had no ambitions and no drive.

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Im a king no crown,bada bing but no sound,adlibs with no pro nouns,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

No affiliation

You can disown him or stone him

You can pick the next room

No groom husband, no bloom

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

I need a little room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom