This is a song about "Modern"

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

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

See i'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day shakespeare

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

The modern man was never dead, he's in my head/