This is a song about "Dean doug anderson business"

I think found where your mind was

Working for an nonpaying business.

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Take a look cause i'm back in business,

And i need you to show me love

Get with it if ya wanna take business

Together all the timethought it was true love

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

This is rhythmic you outta mind your business

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

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

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