This is a song about "Sean finch"

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

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

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Ima go until my arm's sore

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

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

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier