This is a song about "Modern"

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

Bluegrass rap super heroes man, it's a modern day marvel/

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

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

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

In the urban envrionemt of modern

I killed my manager with an iron