This is a song about "Modest melancholy impotune"

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

I’m just a super easy modest mc, okay?

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes