This is a song about "Dean ambrose"

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

To the old times when happiness was a dean

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

What could you do ?if it was up to you

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