This is a song about "Den fortabte son"

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

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

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

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

If ya aint den ya know yo in deep debt

And please never disrespect my set

Damn.... can you keep up son?

It ain't where i been

I'm a son of a gun

Comedian, try again, son

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

Of the sex organs, you better checks smalls den cause unless

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess