This is a song about "Modern"

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

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

But modern rhyming takes its toll

It's apart of her goal

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

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

She should have invited her

Modern hippie just like hector

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree