This is a song about "Atte er vinner"

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

And i need this forever

I put you in the er

I am not the fake that you see er day

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

And er body else is speeding

Now this is what i call an evening

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

So we decided to go to the er and have it checked

You will wake up in the er with your body covered in stitches

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches