This is a song about "Dear momma"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

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

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

Momma was getting a new raise.

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

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

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

So i guess you think you grown

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer