This is a song about "Modern"

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

But modern rhyming takes its toll

Women at my pole

Once as a slave who imagined being free

To dishonor the modern day slavery

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

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