This is a song about "Dear maria"

But there is only one like maria willoughby, my mother.

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

For you, my dear, i'll be ready for whatever

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I know i made the biggest mistake lost the thing most dear to me,

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

And this the endso good luck with your career

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Dear future in my mind all i see is you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Queer, i'm not into you dear