This is a song about "Dear guys"

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Why didn't i kill those fucking guys..

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

That shit's clear to me, i want anyone dear to be hidden,

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

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

Becoming someone you don't recognize

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I get scared, she says may i help you dear?

Fuck the guys, y'all suck, surprise.

When i get my hands on nines