This is a song about "Gerald dean"

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Gerald butler except cool like zoo lander

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

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