This is a song about "Kurt cobain"

My buzz is like cocaine

Out like hemingway and cobain

It's real dog, i live in the fire

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

..shootin for the top im kurt cobain now,

Will somebody please show me how

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Don't be the next cobain and wind up dead

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

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

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

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

Or leave it, like cobain

Through all the rain and the pain