This is a song about "Tech class"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I'm just fucking round in class

Tech nine for punchlines, hopsin for quick blows

We love for a while then a light goes

Tech to the head of it's kid, held for ransom

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

Your beautiful during class

So much class, double d’s and ass

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

I walk down the hallway to my class

My god come before this bread

When i go to grab the tech

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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