This is a song about "Paula dean"

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

To the old times when happiness was a dean

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

I bet that mirror gon show you

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

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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