This is a song about "Den fortabte son"

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

Okay...you should not hate me son

But girl you got me open

Damn.... can you keep up son?

We have nothing in common

If ya aint den ya know yo in deep debt

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Gettin higher den da president, you sweeta den doze.

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Getting den digitsi think i'll have a 6 pack for my

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

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

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line