This is a song about "Atte er vinner"

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

I ain't trynna be politically correct

And er body else is speeding

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Blast from yo past im a mast to the er in the making open the oven check whats baking,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Took the van, went snatch her

I put you in the er

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er