This is a song about "Dear girlfriend"

Dear god, can you forgive my selfish ways?

Driving my car to a foreign place

Doctor: dear god, please tell me this is part of a skit

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Take it from my girlfriend, so pretty,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

My last girlfriend would kick me into the mud for no reason

Haters beware, i can see clear

Queer, i'm not into you dear

My knees on the ground, dear father

Huh, i can't interpret her