This is a song about "Modern"

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

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

See i'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day shakespeare

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

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

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

In the urban envrionemt of modern

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