This is a song about "Brevin dean"

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Just before they seen my money in the green

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean