This is a song about "Dean trotman"

And all the while i think of you

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

To the old times when happiness was a dean

The bitches is everything in between

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

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