This is a song about "Dean doug anderson"

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

I feel this beat like doug

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

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