This is a song about "Dean doug anderson"

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

To the old times when happiness was a dean

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Bitches is artificially duck

I feel this beat like doug