This is a song about "Paula dean"

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

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

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

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

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

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

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

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

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