This is a song about "Modern warfare"

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

I don't want you to have my permit yet

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

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

Believing the screens or anything there

This shit is a different type of warfare

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Come equipped for warfare, digest the pain,