This is a song about "Sean snead"

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

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

And there's little to be glad for

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts