This is a song about "Modern"

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

See i'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day shakespeare

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

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

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

In the urban envrionemt of modern

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

Modern hippie just like hector

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her