This is a song about "Modest melancholy impotune"

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Where's my inhaler? i think i'm gonna puke

Modest dude, i'm honest, the cops in hot pursuit,

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

Just steal and rape and kill your strife life, trife, modest too,

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Don't say sorry, don't get all melancholy

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

Bumping the stereo up, such melancholy, no affection,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win