This is a song about "Dean list"

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Begging not to be on my hit list

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

Its all good cuz i was on her wish list

I promise to keep it honest

/i'm almost done with the list/

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

And i tell my kids to burn their wish list,

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Yeah that motor be the fastest

Too many rappers are on my hit list

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff