This is a song about "Dean adam"

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Adam eve, devil god

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

And i know - there'll never be peace

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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