This is a song about "The eternal struggle of man versus machine in the modern era"

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

The fans were frustrated to witness the end of an era

Don't fuck with chickens them bitches will give you salmonella

Since the dawn of my era, i've been a don in my area

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

But here we go its the beginning of a new era

She tryna get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see