This is a song about "Bingo was his namo"

I'll never call you bitch again

Lupe said that his niggas was slain

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Luigi was his brother

Baby, you know who you are

But i do quite well with all the bait

With his blood, the price was paid.

His neck was stuck inside the tape deck,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Just another artist, and this was his pen

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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