This is a song about "Dean doug anderson"

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

I feel this beat like doug

Without your love it's cold as fuck

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

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

To the old times when happiness was a dean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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