This is a song about "Hipster"

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

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

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

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork