This is a song about "Dear furture husband"

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Dear me, in about ten years

Dear god, can you forgive my selfish ways?

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

Do you always run away from all of your problems dear?

With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

A simple solution tell your husband tell your wife

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Than your fuckin husband

Clap two times if you drunk