This is a song about "Music tech"

A few hackers could destroy us, we all rely on tech and,

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

I just wanna make music,

I'm on my own shit

Tech nine for punchlines, hopsin for quick blows

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Vaccines can't protect cha from the rap dean's infectious tech burst

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

If i show you my tech would you fuckin talk back

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

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

Live for tonight, before tomorrow's amnesia