This is a song about "Son er"

The youngest of my mother kids

Chill son, five more minutes

A real wonder woman

Now let me talk to you son,

// [but the kid is not my son]

Hold on you can see my vision

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

Me and my microphone could be one

I'ma son you, no irv gotti

Fuck that nigga, i am the party