This is a song about "Charlie byrd"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

I win every battle like charlie sheen

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

As: i know just what you mean

Have you seen charlie sheen

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

She seems pretty nice, unlike charlie sheen

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

And that i spent the night with her