This is a song about "Modern"

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

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

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

In the urban envrionemt of modern

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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