This is a song about "Tech me how to saigon"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

How could you ever do this to me

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Me on the streets to pimp me/ how fucked up is that to imprint

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

No matter how hard they try to sample me,

Em teached me how to fuck up my rival

Cause this album pack enough evil

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

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

Rappers in life dont have a clue how to stop me

They giving pounds and that before get the money