This is a song about "Paula dean"

To the old times when happiness was a dean

The bitches is everything in between

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

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

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

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

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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