This is a song about "Jeff frag robots"

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

People know not but still they grind and work like robots,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

You a young jeff bridges,

Hop off the bus