This is a song about "The modern breakthrough"

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

It equates to a modern day norman bates

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

See i'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day shakespeare

To dishonor the modern day slavery

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Modern day slave shit / mistakes but there's no way to erase it

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I work with what i got, a modern macgyver

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga