This is a song about "Supernatural season 11 dean"

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Screw a 3-peat , i want it every single season

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Into the evening and it leaves them sneezing, every season

All i wanna do is eat i'm like the freaky lesbian

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream