This is a song about "Modern"

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

To dishonor the modern day slavery

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Modern hippie just like hector

Took the van, went snatch her

I killed my manager with an iron

In the urban envrionemt of modern

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

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

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