This is a song about "My names dean"

I live my life in tha fast lane

My middle names shane, no shame

Blow trees like a hurricane

But since you mentioning names

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Eatin' all the rappers, got their names on my plate

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

I got yals names on my dj's disc thats why i keep scratching

So i guess you think you grown

After your names on a tombstone

There's probably a whole group of other names

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist