This is a song about "Modern"

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

To dishonor the modern day slavery

A clever idea to take something they said

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

Politics is like a game of chess, today's world is the modern slavery

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche