This is a song about "Modern art"

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Modern hippie just like hector

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Modern day slave shit / mistakes but there's no way to erase it

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

Request love don't fight. a modern hippy? you guessed right