This is a song about "Paula dean"

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

I wanna be next to you

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

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

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Just before they seen my money in the green

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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