This is a song about "Dean"

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

To the old times when happiness was a dean

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

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

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