This is a song about "Darcy dean"

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

The bitches is everything in between

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

It's really not an issue

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

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream