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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

I win every battle like charlie sheen

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Man this life is but a dream

Have you seen charlie sheen

Grab the scissors and saws and

Put the purp in the blunt

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

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor