This is a song about "Charlie pissing his bed"

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Blast a fag's face with a niner bitch swaggin on his bed

And pissing red, white, and blue

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Sitting there in his bed,

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

You'll be pissing blood from your wrists

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

This fucking bully shit is pissing

Later that day mike was sitting on his bed his mom tried putting her hand

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Or even fucking cutting in bed/