This is a song about "Son er"

Said ah 757 i gotta be represent er’

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

I'd rather do business than pleasure

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er

I am not the fake that you see er day

I was gonna write you a poem today

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

And if they try to stop you, put em in the er

My talent should take me places i've never been

So you better run better run son

Now let me talk to you son,

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one