This is a song about "Jeff frag robots"

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

You a young jeff bridges,

It’s official, she my misses

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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