This is a song about "Tech report writing"

Look at my report card, it is apparent

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Cause he disrespected a tech

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

You never saw us. i'll bust your ass if you dare report us.

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though

Can't tell me nothin bout this tech, this traction

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

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