This is a song about "Sean clark"

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

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

My half self was part red just like the dress of clark kent

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

You could say im like louis & clark

Like a small garage in your backyard

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Lower than my credit score

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,