This is a song about "Brevin dean"

Watching for the cops that's moving through

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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean