This is a song about "Paula dean"

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Just before they seen my money in the green

To the old times when happiness was a dean

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

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

Be the king, that was part of my dream