This is a song about "Hipster"

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

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

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

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

I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,