This is a song about "Den fortabte son"

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

Get on my level son

Miami nights, ain't another one

To be throwing the hand’s son”

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

And if nobody changed then den what we say pointless

Bumpin my shit from essex to the dirty, den

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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!

Can’t you see just how long my run

I don't want your fucking votes son

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

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