This is a song about "Modest melancholy impotune"

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Bumping the stereo up, such melancholy, no affection,