This is a song about "Kinky dean"

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

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

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine