This is a song about "Den mothers"

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

Third ward general, young cash money

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Whoops i accidentally fucked all your mothers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Gettin higher den da president, you sweeta den doze.

Bumpin my shit from essex to the dirty, den

Here i go again, falling in love again