This is a song about "Dear momma"

Queer, i'm not into you dear

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

Momma said i am a hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Left her to fuck your momma

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

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

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday