This is a song about "Dean"

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

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

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Just before they seen my money in the green

Caged, and the wonder is seen

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love