This is a song about "Modern"

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

In the urban envrionemt of 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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

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

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Bluegrass rap super heroes man, it's a modern day marvel/

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful