This is a song about "Paula dean"

Then keep your change like an oink machine

I'm hella mean, i'm paula deen,

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

To the old times when happiness was a dean

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother