This is a song about "Modern"

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

Here i go writing raps against the modern greats

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Translation cause my life is too sweet

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Like modern art i splatter words up all on the walls

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse