This is a song about "Modern rap"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Bluegrass rap super heroes man, it's a modern day marvel/

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

He finally begins to rap,

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Imma spit this angry rap

Or let the mob handle that

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit