This is a song about "Den"

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Bumpin my shit from essex to the dirty, den

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

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

An sence den.....i aint neva been the same as the old me,

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

And if nobody changed then den what we say pointless