This is a song about "Dear mamma"

Queer, i'm not into you dear

A lot of people called it last year

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

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

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

She probably had a reason though

And beside any implied pride applied, we'll always confide, in you mamma

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

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

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