This is a song about "Modern art"

For the most part those blocks get bogart

But i would travel through art

But modern rhyming takes its toll

This shit has got my soul

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

In the urban envrionemt of modern

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Spit it gershwin, picture perfect, this shit is purely art,

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

To dishonor the modern day slavery

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see