This is a song about "The modern breakthrough"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

To dishonor the modern day slavery

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Request love don't fight. a modern hippy? you guessed right

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

But modern rhyming takes its toll

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