This is a song about "Sean colb"

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

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

Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cockshe's gone, and i'm thinkin that my game's so strong

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

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Of impactful things one can ask for