This is a song about "Wittle charlie"

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

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

She seems pretty nice, unlike charlie sheen

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

Little white boy, shoutout mac miller

Have you seen charlie sheen

For thinking you clean

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

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

Like i was charlie sheen, i got tiger blood, that shit causes me to be mean,

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I win every battle like charlie sheen

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream