This is a song about "Fuck hipsters"

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

And, i don't call it fuck

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

He ain't give a fuck about you

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

They bringing me fish and chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you