This is a song about "Modern"

Modern hippie just like hector

Of impactful things one can ask for

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

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

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Purify that woman soul

But modern rhyming takes its toll

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

To dishonor the modern day slavery

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Trippy music for modern hippies like i'm in the kooks