This is a song about "Modern"

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

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

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