This is a song about "My sharm holiday"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Take a buddy holly holiday

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

She do it with no hands

Something wicked this way come

My words are my rhythm

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I be gettin' money