This is a song about "Bingo was his names"

When i was reading a heathen his rites

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

Flawless and gentle, his help was fundamental,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Prison was his future , hes going down

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Just another artist, and this was his pen

Says his lyrics was making me numb well that was pretty dumb, his last rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that