This is a song about "Dean cho"

I proclaim my motivation is tamed, board the cho-cho trotting train it's less lame

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

As: i know just what you mean

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Cho cho, i choose you two

I'm tryna learn somethin new

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

To the old times when happiness was a dean

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

When you keep em right beside you

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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