This is a song about "Tech n9ine"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I got no nine and a tech see, just these rhymes that i've written

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Eminem hop tech n9ne and pac

If i show you my tech would you fuckin talk back

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check

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

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first