This is a song about "Den fortabte son"

We both teenagers with the same mind state

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

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

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

To be throwing the hand’s son”

He’s tha only one

I'm a son of a gun

Get on my level son

I respect that you don't know yet

If ya aint den ya know yo in deep debt

Damn.... can you keep up son?

Can’t you see just how long my run

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

And if nobody changed then den what we say pointless