This is a song about "Music tech"

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Tech broke this down for you, the cia are known to kill,

Cause he disrespected a tech

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

Got the passion for the music

From the time that you stole my heart

Cause i'm bored with the beat. tech n9ne goes hard.

I make elevating music

And california on that jerk shit

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music