This is a song about "Dean baggio"

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

To the old times when happiness was a dean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Then keep your change like an oink machine

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

And if i do go you better come through

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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