This is a song about "Bingo was his namo"

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Just another artist, and this was his pen

Limbs his screaming to me was like hymns

I only got four minutes

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

But his flow was missing-in-action, his rhymes were all unbalanced,

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Flawless and gentle, his help was fundamental,

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Prison was his future , hes going down

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

With his blood, the price was paid.