This is a song about "Jeff robots"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

She can make a pimp fall in love

You a young jeff bridges,

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box