This is a song about "Son er"

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

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

I am not the fake that you see er day

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

And it weighs a ton

Get on my level son

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Chill son, five more minutes

Bun b, i’m underground king

And er body else is speeding

When something is broken

So you better run better run son

Damn.... can you keep up son?

I'm a son of gun