Four, one, five, man
How do you survive? damn
A startup legend, I think I died
In that accident, cause this must be hell

This shit ain't easy
And your new app doesn't fucking please me

They say SF is metallic
As all the plastic is black

The only winner in this gold-rush
Is he who sells their app

Which is ironic, as if you wrote the chronic
You'd be stuck in the TL
Not ringing NASDAQ bell's

Every CEO that wants to IPO
Has gotta fit into some white man's flow

Because Goldman just won't float you
Unless you own a boat

And while the author of this verse is hardly discrete
As just like you he'll try to rinse, and repeat
But with VC money, it's all a defeat