This is a song about "Dean"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

And real bitches don't respect you

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

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean