This is a song about "Dean cho"

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Don't fuck around and make it true

Cho cho, i choose you two

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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