This is a song about "Modern geography"

The modern man was never dead, he's in my head/

While everybody got ammunition on deck

I pipe in and one night her

Modern hippie just like hector

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

In the urban envrionemt of modern

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates