This is a song about "Dean"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

To the old times when happiness was a dean

People don't condone what they've never seen