This is a song about "Modern warfare 3"

'cause 3 individuals suddenly disappeared

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

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

I find it kind of unfair that my niggas still in warfare

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there