This is a song about "Dear maria"

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear

The dudes with the q's be proper

My knees on the ground, dear father

I make you feel like it is 10 below

Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

Dear future in my mind all i see is you

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

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

I get scared, she says may i help you dear?

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/