This is a song about "Dean zhu"

Bitches pursue me like a dream

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

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

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

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

To the old times when happiness was a dean

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine