This is a song about "Son er"

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

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

Must be something you want me to see

I'ma son you, no irv gotti

Comedian, try again, son

I'm caged up in state prison

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

Few days back my sister lost her son....

And get on down with this thc vision

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ