This is a song about "The modern times"

But to think the first 3 times

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

She cries reminiscing on the good times

I used to have a nine to five

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

The modern man was never dead, he's in my head/

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

The rest is alright but cant stand the test of the times

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Translation cause my life is too sweet

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,