This is a song about "Tech report writing"

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

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

When i go to grab the tech

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

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

A few hackers could destroy us, we all rely on tech and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Never even seen an 'f' slashed on my report card.

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

And then i started writing,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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