This is a song about "Modern"

It equates to a modern day norman bates

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Politics is like a game of chess, today's world is the modern slavery

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But modern rhyming takes its toll

Let's put it on cruise control

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery