This is a song about "Dean cho"

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

To the old times when happiness was a dean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Cho cho, i choose you two

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Now i gotta exit after you

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