This is a song about "Modern"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

In the urban envrionemt of modern

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

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

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course