This is a song about "Sean moore"

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Summer time, different shore

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And of course, my car's off course

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

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

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter