This is a song about "Dear lord"

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

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

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Peace be upon him my lord

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Uh he said dear lord forgive me, i know i sin a lot.i sin a lot.

Queer, i'm not into you dear

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

The vacancy that sat in my heart

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