This is a song about "Charlie seal"

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

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

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And if he opens his mouth i'll seal it closed with candle wax

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

She seems pretty nice, unlike charlie sheen

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Her face was calm, as if the wounds didn’t seal her fate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Like seal, i'll get a little crazy when i feel the blade

I mean devil not seal, that explains our fight here

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

I can seal your fate in a crate and make that shit parana bait