This is a song about "Dean"

Show ‘em how much they really mean

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

The bitches is everything in between

To the old times when happiness was a dean

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

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream