This is a song about "Hipster girl"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

And he, what's his name, earl

Messing with love hit a new girl

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

Haters learn to bear, i'm lovie smith with the vocals

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