This is a song about "Invite sean"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I hear knocking on heaven's door, why don't you invite him in?

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

I'ma kill the flow and invite witnesses

Invite me to yours, i wont be a slow show,

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

You invite men over and ask for it rough

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Gives an invite into sick acts dementure dreaming an sickening

Like her tight bright pink ripe smitten that i have no invite,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died