This is a song about "Modern"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

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

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

And all women who had light features, see

To dishonor the modern day slavery

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

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

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

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