This is a song about "Modern"

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Request love don't fight. a modern hippy? you guessed right

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

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

To dishonor the modern day slavery

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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