This is a song about "Den fortabte son"

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

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Work straight out the kitchen

I don't want your fucking votes son

Damn.... can you keep up son?

This thing that you could imagine

Okay...you should not hate me son

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

She’s a star if i ever seen one

To be throwing the hand’s son”