This is a song about "Christchurch hipster"

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Grab the mic, most think i'm hipster, but i'm bitter

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Than the realest hipster, and i'm a realist who knows i'll never be an a-lister.

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,