This is a song about "Dear momma"

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

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

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Shows to do, got record to sell

Momma said i am a hell

One day my momma told me

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Queer, i'm not into you dear

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear