This is a song about "Sean foss"

I got soul, there's more in store

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

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

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

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

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

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