This is a song about "Dean trotman"

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

To the old times when happiness was a dean

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

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,

Don’t mean to disrespect you

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