This is a song about "Dean winchester"

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

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

And no nigga gon love you

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen