This is a song about "Modern"

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

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Modern hippie just like hector

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

It equates to a modern day norman bates

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

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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