This is a song about "Dean"

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

To the old times when happiness was a dean

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

Can't nothing come between me and you

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean