This is a song about "Dean ambrose"

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

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I get paper like i a mail box, 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