This is a song about "Dean adam"

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Adam sandler, verses that'll rip your face off like a polar bear

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

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

Adam eve, devil god

And i don't make no bed rock

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

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