This is a song about "Dear mama"

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

We're lookin out for your babies mama

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

I can taste the salt from my tears

Dear me, in about ten years

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Because the story you're gonna hear i hold very dear

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Are almost as old as yo mama