This is a song about "Dj high tech"

Yelawolf, 50, and don't forget tech nina,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Like dj kool i clear my throat

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Cause he disrespected a tech

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Nobody ain't own us yet

When i go to grab the tech

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

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though