This is a song about "Modern"

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

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

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

Modern hippie just like hector

Big serg, we ready for whatever

Bluegrass rap super heroes man, it's a modern day marvel/

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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