This is a song about "Tre sean"

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

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

That tre five seven stay tuck

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

Throwin up the tre got a fat ass in my way

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

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