This is a song about "Chunk gotta den ether"

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

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

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

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

Bumpin my shit from essex to the dirty, den

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

An i ain't sweatin it either, its a little battle, not ether

So we can stick around for as long as we can so we can enjoy this earth,

Distilling ether and delivering it to each of you quivering rappers,

Im hotta den...a sauna times a lava pit,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that