This is a song about "Modern"

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

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

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

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

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

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes