This is a song about "Brevin dean"

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

To the old times when happiness was a dean

I wanna be next to you

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

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean