This is a song about "Dean doug anderson"

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

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

I don't wanna damage you

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

I feel this beat like doug

I don't really give a fuck

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Fuck that anderson leg used to be a pimp till that bitch went limp

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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