This is a song about "Dear victoria"

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Dear god, i think it's time we had a conversation

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

Because the story you're gonna hear i hold very dear

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

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

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

That shit's clear to me, i want anyone dear to be hidden,

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

My knees on the ground, dear father

Niggas who be rapping how real they are