This is a song about "Dean trotman"

She gonna dance when that molly through

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

To the old times when happiness was a dean