This is a song about "Modern"

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

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

Modern day slave shit / mistakes but there's no way to erase it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

It's apart of her goal

But modern rhyming takes its toll

Modern hippie just like hector

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

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