This is a song about "Charlie brown"

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I'm brown and i like curry

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

And then along came the wrong man for her

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

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

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

The science and the art, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

I win every battle like charlie sheen

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream