This is a song about "Sean snead"

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

I heard that statistic i almost cried

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,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

You see i gotta go to war