This is a song about "Sean mcaskill"

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

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

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Hating the picture in the mirrorthey claim we inferior

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