This is a song about "Tre sean"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course

That tre five seven stay tuck

I don't really give a fuck

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

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

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

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

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

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

So tell me why are we at war