This is a song about "Son er"

Said ah 757 i gotta be represent er’

Knew i would kill the game, premeditated murder

And er body else is speeding

Why not me the same thing

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

We have nothing in common

Get on my level son

Now let me talk to you son,

I wonder so often

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason