This is a song about "My dear momma"

For you, my dear, i'll be ready for whatever

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Dear future in my mind all i see is you

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

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

Top ranked, number one my son

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

The only time i flirt with her

My knees on the ground, dear father

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

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Dear god, can you forgive my selfish ways?

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave