This is a song about "Tre sean"

They make it worth more

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

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

Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cockshe's gone, and i'm thinkin that my game's so strong

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

And it begins to phase him more each day

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

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

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

I seem to love these whips - a white