This is a song about "Brevin dean"

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

You good man, we don't want you

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

Be the king, that was part of my dream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean