This is a song about "Guns rob bingo"

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

All my nights i stayed up hopin a nigga don't rob

Doubtful, i see the days of bingo and jello

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

You can't evade my guns,

Guess they ran out of options

We bustin' like shot guns

3m's on my new balance

I ain't trynna be forward

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb