This is a song about "Tre sean"

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

That tre five seven stay tuck

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

A nollie tre or an idea, homie i'm ticked

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

I don’t need no interruption when i’m making you moanearly morn, wake up, then you yawn

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

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Big sean-bootie hi the floor