This is a song about "Sheen and sonia"

Now that's what you call a game

Chucky sheen is insane

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

Just before they seen my money in the green

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

And get caught, in the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

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

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

No one notice your struggle

And inhospitable,

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Sedation comes before creation of that crazy blackened sheen