This is a song about "Jeff frag robots"

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

You a young jeff bridges,

All we need is convienient love

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Y’all only in it for the cars

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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