This is a song about "Sean bean"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

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

I don’t need no interruption when i’m making you moanearly morn, wake up, then you yawn

So tell me why are we at war

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Thinking he could beat me, his bean sized little mind made him

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right