This is a song about "Dear mamma"

These chalance give me balance

Dear me, in about ten years

Your last man was semi pro

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

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

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

Like a small garage in your backyard

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

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

Queer, i'm not into you dear

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

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