This is a song about "Den fortabte son"

Sittin in someones den in some denim,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

To be throwing the hand’s son”

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

But now back in that opium den straight blowin'

// [but the kid is not my son]

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

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

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

And if nobody changed then den what we say pointless

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

If ya aint den ya know yo in deep debt

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Gettin higher den da president, you sweeta den doze.