This is a song about "Jeff frag robots"

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

You a young jeff bridges,

And i need you to show me love

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

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Bringing up fucking ro-bots