This is a song about "Dj high tech"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Can't tell me nothin bout this tech, this traction

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Eminem hop tech n9ne and pac

This dj ain't got the heart nor spleen to reach levels this extreme,

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Tech to the head of it's kid, held for ransom

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Sunroof flow so over your head

When i go to grab the tech

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check

Instead of listening to a dj do it

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit