This is a song about "Love from hipsters"

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Get a call from my mom, one love/

Wood chain with a jesus

Baby if you want my love

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

She's every love song that i love singing

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

A never ending love

Or now they don't praise enough