This is a song about "Modern"

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

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

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

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

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

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

Modern hippie just like hector

But that's what he liked her