This is a song about "Dean"

Exclusives, y'all never seen

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

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

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

To the old times when happiness was a dean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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