This is a song about "Charlie hebdo"

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

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

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

See, i like the person that you are

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

For thinking you clean

Have you seen charlie sheen

She seems pretty nice, unlike charlie sheen

The bitches is everything in between

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I win every battle like charlie sheen