This is a song about "The regime"

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

In the heat of the summer,

The replacement of the word "mother"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

Just before they seen my money in the green

The weed into the bong

New message from mom

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

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

I see a young teen

And my civ 5 regime.