This is a song about "Dean garland"

To the old times when happiness was a dean

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love