This is a song about "Den fortabte son"

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Sittin in someones den in some denim,

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Gettin higher den a nose bleed, see to muh shows.

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

See, i'm second to no one

Okay...you should not hate me son

Mami... she open, she open

// [but the kid is not my son]

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Homosexuality's a sin, but that's dirty son?