This is a song about "Dean cho"

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

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

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Cho cho, i choose you two

Would have came back for you

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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