This is a song about "Brevin dean"

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

The bitches is everything in between

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

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you