This is a song about "Sean vieira"

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

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

They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer

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

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

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