This is a song about "He on xan"

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

He just worried on green, think he can getaway clean

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

But he never caught on he was caught up

But still he soldiered on puttin' on that brave face

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

He feels on top, nobody doper, now he got his own brochure

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

And he kicked her tooth on the floor

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war