This is a song about "Tre sean"

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Or something that you paid for

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

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

That tre five seven stay tuck

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

I'm spotted on different beaches, cohiba smoking reefer

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