This is a song about "Modern"

Request love don't fight. a modern hippy? you guessed right

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

To dishonor the modern day slavery

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

So in layman’s terms my words burn

In the urban envrionemt of modern

I work hard for everything i get

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

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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