This is a song about "Fill you"

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Fill a page with syllables, i couldn't tell you what they mean

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I need to find some inspiration to fill in my imagination

Look it something they can't ever see

Nothin you could say could fill me with envy/

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Born a leader, avid mad-lib reader, you fill in the blank as i take what i rake in to the bank

Got me ready to release the fluid, sensationsit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Just a sad little man tryin to fill a giant's cup