This is a song about "Dean zhu"

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

People don't condone what they've never seen

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

I'll tell you baby that we're through