This is a song about "Modern"

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

In the urban envrionemt of modern

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

This shit has got my soul

But modern rhyming takes its toll

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

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