This is a song about "Tre sean"

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

That tre five seven stay tuck

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,

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

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