This is a song about "Charlie the druggie"

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Where the fuck the chorus

Always knew where the pot was

I win every battle like charlie sheen

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course

But i wasn't that clean i was more like charlie

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air