This is a song about "Dear mamma"

Dear me, in about ten years

The jiggas and the tips

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

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

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

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

My knees on the ground, dear father

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

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