This is a song about "Baymax the inflatable robot"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Bitch, you're sounding monotone, workin' like a robot,

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Try to sound unique rather than a generic robot,

Rap like a robot? bitch they call me mechanic/

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

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

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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