This is a song about "Paula 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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

To the old times when happiness was a dean

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I'm tryna learn somethin new

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

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream