This is a song about "Jeff frag robots"

Don’t you be holding back, your love

You a young jeff bridges,

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Bringing up fucking ro-bots