This is a song about "Modern"

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

It equates to a modern day norman bates

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

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

In the urban envrionemt of modern

Poke out from behind her

Modern hippie just like hector

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

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