This is a song about "Curt cobain"

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Or leave it, like cobain

..shootin for the top im kurt cobain now,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Detain ,lil wayne, insane, fort wayne, lorraine, cobain, hussein!

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Don't be the next cobain and wind up dead

I fix the hem of my shirt, i guess now we're curt since you love to subvert,

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I'm glad you didn't part kurt cobain style

Got me quite open for a while

Out like hemingway and cobain

Your man wale in his own damn lane