This is a song about "Modern rap"

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

And sense when because i rap,

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

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

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

He finally begins to rap,

I know what you do with that

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Trippy music for modern hippies like i'm in the kooks

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Modern hippie just like hector

Look, i just want to make you better