This is a song about "Modern"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

To dishonor the modern day slavery

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

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

Bluegrass rap super heroes man, it's a modern day marvel/

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver