This is a song about "Brevin dean"

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

If only i could rap to you

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

To the old times when happiness was a dean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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