This is a song about "Aaron dean miller"

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I loved school at first, before i met the dean of the students

"contemplate", i wrote about her

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

If you do you'll make my dean com true.

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

To the old times when happiness was a dean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I'll drink a miller, get iller, then crack jokes like phyllis diller

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And i put you on the team

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean