This is a song about "Dean cho"

Be the king, that was part of my dream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

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

And no nigga gon love you

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Your developmental league don’t see a team

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

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

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

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

Cho cho, i choose you two

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you