This is a song about "Modern"

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

In the urban envrionemt of modern

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

It equates to a modern day norman bates

But modern rhyming takes its toll

Women at my pole

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

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

Modern hippie just like hector

Fresher than me, never