This is a song about "Dean ryder"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

To the old times when happiness was a dean

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

When i get to warwick avenue

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