This is a song about "Tech talent"

I was born to do the damn thing

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

You might say this is garbage but its talent

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Tech nine for punchlines, hopsin for quick blows

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

When i go to grab the tech

Woo-hah, got you all in check