This is a song about "Alexander mcqueen"

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

I go in like rickey henderson traveling on a sac fly

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

It's gonna fucking hurt kurt, when i turn you into cole-man

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

..shootin for the top im kurt cobain now,

Will somebody please show me how

It's roc nation, this my team

You in love with christine