This is a song about "Modern"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

It equates to a modern day norman bates

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

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

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

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

But modern rhyming takes its toll

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

In the urban envrionemt of modern