This is a song about "Tech nine"

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

It's the way it's design, i've been funny since i was nine

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

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Got that nine yea im faded

And you all will respect that

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

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