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

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

You remind me my ex, cause you both know how to blow/

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now

And phlo finister teaching me how to hide my emo-tions

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Observing every one of my movements learning, how to make me idolize/

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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