This is a song about "Kurt brizi"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Going out like kurt, i doubt it'll hurt my reputation/

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

..shootin for the top im kurt cobain now,

Will somebody please show me how

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

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire