This is a song about "Mw modern warfare 3"

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Believing the screens or anything there

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

To dishonor the modern day slavery

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Read the shit that he writes, multi rap killer dirty warfare drug problems

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

Don't wonder my hours long and i never tire

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains