This is a song about "Literary techniques"

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

Correct techniques like i'm sprayin' tecs, stayin' vexed,

She's been missing for weeks her kid takes a seat watching my techniques

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

You say you have techniques you can't show me

She going to borrow some money

I don't consider most of yall rappers, just another literary hack

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Techniques speak i'm rather unique

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Used my immortal techniques to have a dance off with satan,

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one