This is a song about "Hipster"

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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