This is a song about "Info tech"

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

When i go to grab the tech

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

And for your info your mind is one useful utensil

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Info like this getting out is one thing you can't be affordin',

Just maybe this verbal tech, words'll affect this nervous wreck!

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

If i show you my tech would you fuckin talk back

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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