This is a song about "Modern ra"

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

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

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

But modern rhyming takes its toll

18 year sentence with no parole

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

This is like love, that you can never get

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

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls