This is a song about "Tre sean"

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Hating the picture in the mirrorthey claim we inferior

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

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

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

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

Notorious, pun, l, sean, k.r.i.t., but i'm the big picture,

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride