This is a song about "Love sick hipster"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Sick of loving what i used to love theirs more than one purpose for a basin

Which rap will make u sick

Small, but you talkin' big

Five shots she ready to leave

Sick twisted fantasies

 it happens so fast it made me sick,

She's cute but her forehead's big

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

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

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

That they make me fucking sick

To impress a chick