This is a song about "Ajay and sean"

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I was born to do the damn thing

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Man this life is but a dream

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

They make it worth more

And a fridge and some broccoli

Hey, must be the money

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed