This is a song about "Modern"

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

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

But modern rhyming takes its toll

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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