This is a song about "Modern"

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

In the urban envrionemt of modern

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

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

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

But modern rhyming takes its toll

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