This is a song about "Techniques"

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Correct techniques like i'm sprayin' tecs, stayin' vexed,

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

She's been missing for weeks her kid takes a seat watching my techniques

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

You say you have techniques you can't show me

Used my immortal techniques to have a dance off with satan,

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

What do i really need

Techniques speak i'm rather unique