This is a song about "Paula dean"

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

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

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

To the old times when happiness was a dean

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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