This is a song about "Charlie dean"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I loved school at first, before i met the dean of the students

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I win every battle like charlie sheen

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Man this life is but a dream

If you do you'll make my dean com true.

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

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