This is a song about "Kyrie irving"

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Kyrie would hire me, lebron would wanna fire me

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Demons scurry when a nice man begins to cry.

Got me goin off like im gallagher, plastic wrap is surrounding ya,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone