This is a song about "Modern warfare 3"

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Come equipped for warfare, digest the pain,

Open up your contacts then scroll

But modern rhyming takes its toll

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Request love don't fight. a modern hippy? you guessed right

Modern hippie just like hector

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

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