This is a song about "Charlie dean"

I win every battle like charlie sheen

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

She seems pretty nice, unlike charlie sheen

Then keep your change like an oink machine

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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

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

I bet that mirror gon show you

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Have you seen charlie sheen

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team