This is a song about "Dean baggio"

People don't condone what they've never seen

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

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

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

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