This is a song about "Dean doug anderson"

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

I feel this beat like doug

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

To the old times when happiness was a dean

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

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

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

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean