This is a song about "Dean ambrose"

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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

Caged, and the wonder is seen

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

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

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

To the old times when happiness was a dean