This is a song about "Modern symbols"

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

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

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

In the urban envrionemt of modern

To dishonor the modern day slavery

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

But modern rhyming takes its toll

18 year sentence with no parole