This is a song about "Baymax the inflatable robot"

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

The more battles the better the flows

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Sometimes i feel like a robot, sometimes i just know not

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Ok i hear you talkin

The bigger the the fun

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean