This is a song about "Modern"

This shit has got my soul

But modern rhyming takes its toll

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

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

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

Took the van, went snatch her

Modern hippie just like hector