This is a song about "Charlie africano"

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Me & mom alone every dinner

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

I'm preteen, thirteen, still not rapping like charlie sheen.

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

She seems pretty nice, unlike charlie sheen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I win every battle like charlie sheen

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Have you seen charlie sheen

Like i was charlie sheen, i got tiger blood, that shit causes me to be mean,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream