This is a song about "Den"

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

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

But now back in that opium den straight blowin'

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

And please never disrespect my set

If ya aint den ya know yo in deep debt

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Gettin higher den da president, you sweeta den doze.

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

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

An sence den.....i aint neva been the same as the old me,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

And den piss on ur pathetic and retarded little face

Return on home and sleep in my dragons den

I came through with diseased semen on my pen