This is a song about "Sean walton"

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

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

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

I seem to love these whips - a white

Remember when me and sean d had that fight