This is a song about "Modern murder"

What them tippers don't see

Murder his family

It equates to a modern day norman bates

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Modern hippie just like hector

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

I killed my manager with an iron

In the urban envrionemt of modern