This is a song about "Jai den"

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

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

And if nobody changed then den what we say pointless

Jai bains: the only solomon that works at night

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

Gettin higher den da president, you sweeta den doze.

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Sittin in someones den in some denim,

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

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

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