This is a song about "Charlie and the manson factory"

I win every battle like charlie sheen

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

She seems pretty nice, unlike charlie sheen

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Grab the scissors and saws and

But got comma’s in my statement

And there's little to be glad for

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Oh wait it is, i'm past all the last factory packagers packaging,