This is a song about "Modern"

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

But modern rhyming takes its toll

Let's put it on cruise control