This is a song about "Paula dean"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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

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

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

I stop and stare at the younger

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

To the old times when happiness was a 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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Down in miami, with a super ho team

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups