This is a song about "Modern warfare remasterd"

18 year sentence with no parole

But modern rhyming takes its toll

Politics is like a game of chess, today's world is the modern slavery

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Come equipped for warfare, digest the pain,

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

It equates to a modern day norman bates

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids