This is a song about "Dilan er"

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

I ain't trynna be politically correct

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

With a broken front bump - er tryna get a stripper as

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

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

When love comes callin', don’t look away

I am not the fake that you see er day

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

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

And er body else is speeding

But he don't rule a thing