This is a song about "Modern"

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

It equates to a modern day norman bates

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

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

But modern rhyming takes its toll

Women at my pole

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Modern day slave shit / mistakes but there's no way to erase it

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

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