This is a song about "Modern warfare 2"

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

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

This shit is a different type of warfare

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Come equipped for warfare, digest the pain,

Look around: we the largest in the game

Modern hippie just like hector

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

See i'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day shakespeare

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear