This is a song about "Dean cho"

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

To the old times when happiness was a dean

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

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

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

No one like you

Cho cho, i choose you two