This is a song about "Charlie and dill"

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I win every battle like charlie sheen

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And remember what i said and

And stop playing hide and seek,

For the low that nine cheap

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

And kill yourself and your clique

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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