This is a song about "Modern"

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

Modern hippie just like hector

See, i like the person that you are

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

But modern rhyming takes its toll

It's apart of her goal

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls