This is a song about "Modern"

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

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

To dishonor the modern day slavery

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

It equates to a modern day norman bates

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

The real muscle in the message of that

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats