This is a song about "Dear furture husband"

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

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

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

I don't know, obviously i disappear

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

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

No groom husband, no bloom

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

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

Dear reader, hiphopwizard secretly fucks a transvestite named peter

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager