This is a song about "Dean"

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

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

Just before they seen my money in the green

To the old times when happiness was a dean

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Man this life is but a dream

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

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