This is a song about "Modern symbols"

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

I never use a fork i always spoon her

So in layman’s terms my words burn

In the urban envrionemt of modern

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

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

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

As i nibble on the nipple that's feeding me these symbols