This is a song about "Bingo heaven"

So i guess i'll see you in heaven

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

For a send everybody where there going ether hell or heaven,

Doubtful, i see the days of bingo and jello

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Only heaven no hell

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Doubtful, i see the days of bingo and jello