This is a song about "Dear anne"

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Sorry dear/deer never gave a fuck so you better run

For you, my dear, i'll be ready for whatever

And then along came the wrong man for her

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

After a verse you’ll be turned to ashes like anne frank

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Because the story you're gonna hear i hold very dear