This is a song about "Hipster"

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

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

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

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

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

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.

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork