This is a song about "Hipsters"

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Subliminal hint from hipsters and these liberal critics,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

You racist degrading hipsters can't fight dangerous cases,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus