This is a song about "Sean garcia"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And of course, my car's off course

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

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

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