This is a song about "Paula dean"

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

She gonna dance when that molly through

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

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

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

To the old times when happiness was a dean

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

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

People don't condone what they've never seen