This is a song about "Tre sean"

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

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

You know we kick it like everyday

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

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