This is a song about "I m a robot"

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Try to sound unique rather than a generic robot,

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Try to sound unique rather than a generic robot,

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

I thought i recognized her

I"m the designated driver

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But they sold jello in the paint