This is a song about "Cay den"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Gettin higher den da president, you sweeta den doze.

Den i'm gone cut to rome, fuck prison i won't be fine//

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Sittin in someones den in some denim,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

But den i realised i aint gonna be paid...

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Fuck satan, listen to him? never again will i fall into his sleeping den!

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

And if nobody changed then den what we say pointless

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat