This is a song about "Brevin dean"

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Then i gotta say peace to you

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Bitches pursue me like a dream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

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

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

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