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

Charles manson in the flesh, i kill a nigga for the check

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

She seems pretty nice, unlike charlie sheen

Down in miami, with a super ho team

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

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

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Crazy like charles manson, ride around with me you better hope your seatbelts

But i wasn't that clean i was more like charlie

And all women who had light features, see

Evidently, im a killing accessory, thats why im hiding in a supplementary factory,

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy