This is a song about "Tec"

I don't hear no talking, we just hear them barking

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Nervous wrecks, i'm 'bout to burst the tec, missile testing,

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

And the mass of my tec will cause massive effect

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

Nervous wrecks, i'm 'bout to burst the tec, missile testing,

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

I got something you've been waiting for

Ah yes, once again, i cock the tec or ruger,