This is a song about "One to one against michael jordan"

So now she picks up the gun

I'm like michael jordan,

Never one to follow along

Tats out and my hair long

And when it's said and done

And, boys try to pull a fast one

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

But what can one boy do against a band.

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Don juanin' when i'm in a foreign

You tried to raise a fist against me, but couldn't ball one up to make it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Against the person who used to be number one!

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen