This is a song about "Dear mamma"

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

This is no trial, this a closed case

Dear god, can you forgive my selfish ways?

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

And make sure you remember this, ma i love you.. mamma..

Dear me, in about ten years

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

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

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear