This is a song about "Sean colb"

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Notorious, pun, l, sean, k.r.i.t., but i'm the big picture,

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

And i don't run counters no more

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

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