This is a song about "Charlie dean"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Man this life is but a dream

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

They all see my life from a childish position

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

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

She seems pretty nice, unlike charlie sheen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen