This is a song about "Dean garland"

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

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

I bet that mirror gon show you

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

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

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