This is a song about "Modern"

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

Come here i’m about to take you higher

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

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Politics is like a game of chess, today's world is the modern slavery

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree